Rain
it feels foolish
these rain prayers
deeply pondered
stranded in our shared heat
is there some unimaginable space
where prayers drift to?
free from time, reclusive
rain wishing
its pulsating pop that jumps up from pavement
a life force
puddling weeds from cracks
washing all, slick and sloppy
rain that settles a hot vacuum cooler
transfiguring gardens, a floral fanfare
rambunctious ramble
with carved trumpets of open orange lilies
in a retiring heat
we watch-wait for dark clouds in pinball collision
a meditation on living
for rain to bud the morrow, green
in a kettle drum beating
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2023
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