Green Life and the Rain

Through the air they came, shattering the silent peace. A voice, "is that the rain, it is the rain," as they danced aloud on the metal roof. A memory asleep sparked as a mighty flame;early in June when the rains would come, the thirst of a dying earth to quench, awaken memories. I remember the plain, that big plain where children pranced: dead brown, had life surely sprung in awesome green, and gaping mouths therewith would close. The healthy plague spreaded, thus green life spawned, I remember the trees, some fruit trees, when their naked armes would bud, then fruit came, along with the wild birds who had their fill, and the children, rambling with long rods and plastic bags to gather the spoils for later a feast. The sleeping lands awoke and happiness could breathe once more. The dancing fades now and the memory slowly sleep, for I will always remember the rains.