The Witness of Rain

In a perishing forest of dry needles Taxed with the fusion of dust and decay In the times of climate change, Where fire lay awaiting for its chance, The first rain came After many years of drought Slight at first then gently falling From a sky of mutable grey The clouds gathered in communion Painting a promise of what was to come The trees stood tall and firm Brittle in their height Their roots pushed up from the arid ground As though they were reaching to heaven To touch the canopy of clouds filled with mercy Raining down the promise of life It was though the trees were crying Plip-plop - their tears tumbling, Echoing through the woodlands Calling all the creatures to witness This miracle of hope That all had yearned for and abided with These many thirsty years Walking silently My heart bestowed with gratitude, I was sighing with the winds Of thankfulness and change My tears mingled with the earth below my feet November 11, 2022 Inspiring Rainy Days Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sotto Poet