Now Comes the Rain
Dark clouds infuse the evening sky
And blot the sun out by and by,
Then comes a hush across the glen
As mother earth prepares to cry.
Now comes the cool and gusting winds
That whisper through the pines and send,
Their promises of life renewed
And scents of primal earthy blends.
The chanting prayers of frogs conclude
When silenced by the rumbling brood,
Then treetops dance in joyful mirth
Amid the raindrops softly spewed.
Now comes the rain with fresh rebirth
Replenishing the wetland's dearth,
From bands of rain that span her girth
We drink the tears of mother earth.
Timothy I. Brumley
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