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