The river ignores us
for yet another day,
flowing despite our presence,
knowing the lake awaits.
As the rain lets up,
the sun appears
and sets the water ablaze
demanding our attention
and we gladly give it.
As our jacket shed
the last of the cloudy gifts,
the wind reminds us
that this moment
is one we will not
ever see again.
an old writer and his words 
Beautiful
I really like this one Lou. “We’ll never see this again”.
Just now Seals and Crofts entered my mind : We will never pass this way again.