The Pluvial Calm
Sitting here,I listen to the behaviour of the rain
as it trounces the awnings seeking to purify
the iniquities abound this sweltering day
that has drawn to its end and therewith bidding goodbye.
Lightning flashes embellish thunder clashes which scare
even the larger creatures such as I,along with all
the timorous life outside that I can't even bid a beware
to as they scurry for shelter along the slaked hills and lawns.
There is a sense of repose that does so rarely impose
my thoughts in the quiescence of the crepuscular hue
that now blankets the sky,offering evening to those
biding for the rain to dwindle to a mere trickle or two.
Waiting draws to a cessation,fomenting a tinge of elation
as the people begin to bustle out of their doors.
I have not a worry in the world,now lost in meditation
that cleanses my mind,leaving nothing for the heart to implore.
Copyright © Eric Siedzikowski | Year Posted 2009
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