Rain Dances with Words

I listen
    as the Thunder rolls
                in the mountains
                all around me.
    Does it foretell of rain?

I contemplate
    joined by the sky        hazy,
            full of sunlight,
            authentic in it’s brightness.

              the air        heavy,
            sitting all around me,
            too close for comfort.

    At once!
the winds blow in
        drawing the Thunder with them
            and a hint of relief.

            The Thunder   e c h o e s
            laughing
                amongst the treetops.
            singing
                of the quenching it might bring.

We hear your song,
    We, the caretakers and parched denizens of this land,
We call you on…





    and she listened too
        for tease me not.
The rain
came
    it did
and you were there,
            in the Cedars and Queen Anne’s Lace.
How I miss you.
   



The rain        from my eyes too
came
            slow
            and
            steady…
                pouring
                    down
                        my
                        cheeks.

 8'2007



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