When I am a River

Love me when I am a lake.
When the water is still
and you crave a summer day.

Love me when I am a river.
In the calm of September
or the rapids that March brings.

Love me when I am a hurricaine.
The water. The wind.
The destruction and the post storm silence.

Love me in the seasons of droughts.
When it is hard to be satisfied
and I just don’t seem like myself.

Love me when I’m a rainstorm.
A typical Tuesday shower.
A chance of thunder and lightning.

Love me during my summer showers.
The fall of rain needed for growth,
needed as reminder of rebirth.

Love me. I am a river racing.