Spring Showers

gently, harshly, there and here ripples in ponds, moistened air like tears unchecked, drops and spills the rain revered, clouds emptied bolt-less doors swing, back and forth windows alike, the cosmic force litters, up-sped, into the sky in whirls they float, and you know why the streets flushed off with energy dirt filled trenches overflowing, deserted lands, tree felling winds all life is kept, them caged or free the hazy storm with no life flies but roars and roams the bird-less skies the homeless birds, caught in the cold A cuddled pup who has a home cowered livestock can stray and roam playful Johnny looks on and groans through the panes of his window washed by every drop that fell or poured gently, slowly, the clouds recede and before soon the sun is seen soon all the streets come back to life trees greet the birds now in the skies soft piercing rays, peep through the clouds to search for life, and life it found mild peace and calm, like cemeteries the air so still, and so the trees the friendly capes, the bathed lands hold terrestrials, the kind of man the birds released, even those free to fly above, the land and sea. high in the air, or stay enslaved whichever still, the storm had fade. SPRING SHOWERS 02/04/2013