Blessed Rain
How refreshing is the rush of rain
on this melancholy, Monday morn!
Pungent scents ruminate in the air
creating a connection with nature
a feeling of vibrancy, a cleansing.
A fresh strumming of raindrops fall
recklessly in fits and starts, I am alert
to nature's sounds and dramatic sights.
Moody clouds lighten and darken
a daring drama unfolds in the skies
as I watch inside my comfortable cocoon.
Heaven sheds it's torrents of tears
splashing ever downward, falling
pounding rooftops, sputtering through
gutters, flooding over sidewalks and streets.
Watery rivulets stream down my window
in crazy patterns, splattering the sill.
Liquid rivers busily form from humble puddles
flowing ever onward, swelling the ground
with rainwater, a precious commodity.
Rich rain, a wellspring of life, falls freely
soaking into the thirsty ground, replenishing
spreading it's wet richness
to roots and plants, trees and flowers.
A farmer's precious treasure is the rain
and a blessing to every creature
that moves and lives upon the earth beneath.
Written on 2/19/2018
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