Rarely is the earth so tinged with glory, Prideful in her strength and sorrow both, That one could taste its splendor in the air. Only on the days of rain. Only on the days of rain. ![[Pasted image 20260315131410.png]] Painting by Mike Barr (c. 1955) I urge you all to attempt poetry. There is beauty within you and you can connect with that beauty. Even if it's cringe or bad, or just average or not even good enough. All the greats lean into poetry. Through it, the quality of one's soul is delivered unto the world.