Doylestown Spring Rain

DOYLESTOWN SPRING RAIN I watch the sky begin to fill with clouds that roll and pitch until all Heaven seems so black and bleak then lightning makes a sudden streak and blows the southwind at its will. The air so fresh it brings a high as I breath in the falling sky and darkened all of space now seems engulfed in thundering that screams and makes the world think it could die. The first raindrops now hit the ground the joy of it is all around each budding leaf breaks through its pain now free to come out in the rain and here is love that's seldom found. Now falling fast and falling free blown in the wind that has to be the rain sets in and for the night a steady rhythm cool and light and lulls to sleep my love and me. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet