DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

August Rain

It hangs in the  clouds
   peeking between the blue white and gray
   holding back the sun in its nimbo-stratus shroud.
The clusters trace a line, puffy, dark and ominous
   blending passed the sun and flaunting blue away
   with patchy sheets of scorched marshmallow cumulus.
A ray or two of faint sun light
   glows bright and brilliant through the gaps
   then slips through the oncoming dusk of night.
A gust of wind breathes gentle through the trees
   teasing promises of needed satiated droplets
   as dry and withered plants fall upon their knees.
August fluctuates unpredictble, cool, warm and hot
   as storms boldly threaten but quickly fade
   into an ache of humid bodies and grass burned spots.
Come wind, come clouds, come soft needed rain
   spring to life the tended flower and vegetable gardens 
   with signs of life growing in each and every grain. 
Release, fall soft and kind upon this earth below
   sweet August rain, please come again
   return the wonder that we know.

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