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Teardrops

. Their faces lifted skyward, The flowers drink in the rain. Wilted yesterday, they welcome This beautiful overcast day. Too many lovely warm weeks, Too many sunny skies and Parching dry weather, But finally, teardrops from heaven Fall into their open mouths, Trickle down their throats And soak their feet, as if There is a Being up there that Cries for their pain and suffering, In gratitude, they stand straighter And wave their leafy arms And smile at passersby, Who frown at this unwelcome Interruption to their vacation.

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Malabika Ray Choudhury

Date: 8/1/2021 8:06:00 AM

Lovely poem, Barbara. I love rain, even if vacationers don't. "In gratitude, they stand straighter/ And wave their leafy arms" - such a great line! BW ~ Mala

Barbara Peckham
Date: 8/1/2021 10:27:00 AM

Thank you so much for the nice comment and for reading my work. I really appreciate it.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 7/31/2021 7:30:00 PM

I could picture the ants dancing away . ...

Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/31/2021 7:49:00 PM

Haha! Yes, all of nature needs rain, even if vacationers hate it! Thanks for reading and commenting!

James Marshall Goff

Date: 7/31/2021 7:19:00 PM

Barbara, it's dry here too, I garden in a community garden close by & need to water daily! your poem brings plants to life which is, real!

Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/31/2021 7:49:00 PM

I lived in a sort of resort town, and rain, of course, is the curse of vacationers. But the rest of us LIVED there and, of course, were happy to see the rain. Thanks for the lively comment.