After the Rainstorm

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The rain had started lightly as graceful drops on the windows. It was peaceful and tranquil and it made me want to meditate and closing my eyes I drifted away to a sweet place of relaxation. Fluttering on gossamer wings. Tap, tap, tap on the windows and suddenly the wind was blowing in the tangled trees with a loud whispering. Thunder roared somewhere far off in the distance . . . birds were twittering unseen in the bending trees then they were silent Lightning began to illuminate the sky and the thunder moved closer. I went to sit on the garden porch and I watched the rain cascading on the foliage and flowers. I imagined their delight, so sweet it must have felt on their leaves and blooms. They danced and swayed to the music of the rain and wind. The steps into the garden were wet and beautiful with dripping green. I just let myself float away . . . soft and so gentle rain weeping in the garden the giver of life It rained all the night, becoming a downpour. Sleep music on the roof of my home as I lay in my bed, warm and cozy, listening until my eyes drooped and closed. I awoke in the morning and the storm had passed but the streets were flooded and rain was gushing from the storm runoffs. I went out to the garden and it was so tranquil and still. It seemed happy, and to me seemed a jungle rainforest . . . a garden dripping leaves heavy with the wetness after the rainstorm __________________________ September 13, 2015 Haibun For the contest, My Favourite Forms, sponsor, Heather Ober Fourth Place