My weather app tells me it’s not raining,
Yet I can see the evidence with my own ears,
And hear it with my eyes:
The ticking of the water in the downspout,
The splashes in the birdbath, the reflections
That deepen the colors of the deck outside my door.
How often, in paying such attention to our phones,
We ignore the input of our senses
And miss that deep connection
To the universe that cradles us
In its welcoming embrace?
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