Hands and Heart on the job....

It is raining here in The Netherlands
A cloudy season and crazy winds blurring all directions
Umbrellas are of no help nor any wands
Everyone reaches office and home wet and blown
Wistfully thinking about the always sunny distant lands

Sometimes the Sun does pop out round and bright
All and sundry just stop and relish the bonus of the moment
And behold the riot of colors that come alive in the golden sunlight
Mere mortals can neither conjure up nor telepathise the Gods that be
But just chug along connecting the dots till the next inspiring sight