After The Rain At Cathedral Rock

Alone with the raindrops—
Along a rain-soaked red trail
The soft powder turned rusty—
  While my burdens, they fell

Faintly I heard whispers—
  Behind a gloomy gray veil
As the butte started speaking—
  I knew her voice well

She said “look up above you”—
  And the clouds bid farewell
The spires and their splendor—
  Once again they prevail

Being here in the red rocks—
  It all feels like a fairytale
This without question—
  Can heal your hearts ail

(Written for the painting titled ‘After The Rain At Cathedral Rock’)