A Good Rain
Something’s coming.
I sense it before I see it.
I can almost taste it in the breeze.
The wind kicks up and I look for it.
The clouds darken like a person’s mood. Swiftly.
The air is still warm but the trees are starting to sway and bow in a balletic dance.
Rain.
Rain will be here soon.
Deep blue.
Like the world is upside down and we live under the sea.
The white edges of the clouds like the bright foam from the sea as it hits the shore.
Water.
We need water.
Another spring season where we’re surrounded by fire. Hot winds tripling the size and its hunger voracious for more.
Fire.
So beautiful when contained in a hearth. So deadly when uncontained.
We pray for rain. We need a good rain.
When the drops fall people will complain.
“I didn’t bring a coat!” “I’m trying to work outside!” “I have no umbrella!”
Look for the beauty.
Storms will pass.
Flowers will arrive and my soul will dance too.
I am thankful.
I sit in the dark and close my eyes.
Tell me your secrets while you tickle the leaves and massage the grass.
Stay awhile but not too long.
Feed us. Let us drink in this gift.
Then be on your way so the sun can warm us.
And prepare your palette for the rainbow.