Rain Has Come Again
Pinging from the chimney.
Could it be?
A gentle rustling outside, as of gently falling water.
It's dark, I can't see....
A distant flash of light.
A violent clap of thunder.
The sound of wind-driven rain whipping around outside.
And, the downpour is getting stronger.
How much can we drink up?
The dry grass, the trees, the flowers, the insects & birds?
How long will it last?
And, once gone, will it return?
The first day of summer.
Yet all around is not green.
Rather, shades of brown and yellow.
No color as far as the eye can see.
Color takes water.
Of that, we're deprived.
Color must wait.
Green too, must subside.
Until we have water,
there's no reason to fret.
We'll learn to appreciate the color
and to not wallow in regret.
The feeling of thirst
clambers around my every move.
But, as the rain falls,
suddenly, I feel renewed.
I want to stand out in it,
let it fall over my face.
But, I dare not tonight,
the thunder keeps me at bay.
Tomorrow the world will be a little greener.
The birds chirp a little brighter.
The buzz of insects a little stronger.
Our hearts a little lighter....
Rain has come again.
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Note: Written the last time I heard rain in our neck of the woods. That was June, 2011. And even then, only a sprinkle. We are in a fierce drought! Can't wait for the "rain to come again"....
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