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
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