Rainy Days

The monsoonal matriarch cradles her pregnant belly Delirious with life giving blood from the womb of all nature’s gifts As she lays distended, expectant and grey Upon the craggy summits Her breath billows above the bloated forests Nurturing ominous notes as she sweeps through the trees Like the phantom of the opera Tuning her timbre, yet masking her desire And now Her contralto; it begins… Her song breathes across the valley in rhythmical sheets A symphonic auditorium of liquid splendour Inciting a libretto of Lyre birds to concert in the mist A monsoonal medley Enticing insects to assemble in an ensemble Their raucous chorus imploring the humid madness Through a cacophonous chorale Teasing the tempo from the maestro As the crescendo climaxes to thunderous applause Her encore; a sweeping army of waterfalls Advance upon the sodden valley Roaring to deafness over Exploding banks and streams that gouge and tear And then It all stops To a breath of drops… Leonora Galinta’s contest: Rainy Days 12 September 2014