O, Unbidden Rain

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O, unbidden rain I welcome you to my garden, the flowers are thirsty . . . . We have been w a i t i n g for you The cosmos, daisies and red roses are hanging their heads F A L L rain with glistening drops gentle And with deep love kiss each sweet petal and tender leaf The vines are reaching out their tendrils t w i n i n g and curling O, the pleasant petrichor scent, the delightful drip, dripping Can you hear the flowers s i n g i n g even a green frog yells out . . . Soothing and calming is this summer downpour, Under the tin roof of my gazebo, I listen to the score; Murmuring and whispering in my sadly dropping garden, Musical, the lovely melody of utter abandon; Ebbing and fading and then rebounding again, Reprising over and over, a soulful song beautiful. Rhapsodic and exuberant the pulsing sortie, Absolute and utter is my repose, completely; Impressive and dramatic the swaying foliage, Nourished and totally free is my spiritual muse. And it rained all night, becoming quite the storm. Sleep music on the roof of my home. I lay in bed warm and cozy, listening until my eyes drooped and closed. I awoke in the morning and the rain had passed but the streets were flooded and the rain was gushing from the storm runoffs. I went out to my garden and it was so tranquil and still. It seemed happy and to me it was a dripping rainforest. a garden d r i p p i n g leaves heavy with the wetness- after the rainstorm ________________________ June 5, 2016 Poetry/Free Verse/Acrostic/Haibun/O, Unbidden Rain Copyright Protected, ID 16-797-74-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Rain sponsor, Eve Roper First Place