dark clouds now fill the blue sky,
hiding the sullen sun behind.
even as he comes out to try
to melt the ice buttress outlined.
the sky is just waiting to burst,
even as thunder rolls, lightening strikes.
quenching thirst as nature is nursed
drenching well enough to suffice.
faucets have opened in the sky,
misting the air with crystal drops.
shimmering like icicle pops
splattering, moistening soil still dry.
dribbling into gurgling brooklets
splashing merrily on rocks, ponds
tracing small tiny rivulets
bridges, archways betwixt dewy fronds.
I feel the soothing pureness pour,
over my skin, into my soul.
rejuvenating to restore
freshness of spirit as a whole.