And the Rains Came

The spring rain pounds on the roof’s asphalt shingles washing the maple pollen from porches and cars just moments ago dusted with puce green. A tumult of rain twirls the waterwheel on the garden’s ornamental mill house, splashing merrily into an over-flowing pool. Freshly planted pansies and impatiens turn-up their faces for a morning wash, their nascent root systems drink with glee. Newly seeded bare spots suck greedily at the nectar of God, hoping, against hope, to drink enough to germinate and survive. The black cat’s tracks, muddy and precise mar the freshly washed porch floor And men, made of weaker stuff, with the melting minds of sugar, shelter their skin, shrink from the bath, huddle inside houses and stores watching, waiting, and wondering, when the break will come and we can again run free in a world of sunshine! *element Water