Morning Rain
The clearest sky follows a warm morning rain
[Experience tells me this again and again]
Sometimes bringing a brightly colored rainbow
To remind me of God’s great promise, although
Shadows still drift lazily across the terrain.
I watch the birds shake themselves off and fly
From tree to tree, to and fro, chirping by and by,
All bringing unending motion beyond and above
The clearest sky.
Occasional perfect droplets linger on the leaf
Sparkling like well-cut diamonds in bas relief,
A faint smell of sulphur wafts with the breeze
Sends a flutter and a ripple through the trees
Portending in this oft-observed Spring motif
The clearest sky.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
In Brian Strand's Contest
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