In the Morning

Early morning dancing water droplets
across my wind battered face,
looking up into all His Glory
questioning my relevance here,
searching, pondering uselessly
as i have no answers;
yet this morning, cold obnoxious rain
falls sideways against me,
I smile;
For her,
my one, my only, my miscalculated love
of warmth and buried treasure,
sometimes I see it, mostly I fail,
but today,
on this morning
I see her more abundantly now.