Rain Born

A thunderstorm rumbles across the land
Rain, blessed rain, begins 
First a drip, then a patter, than a drum-roll
Next a crash of cymbals, 
Then a boom of a bass drum,
A splash, a crash, a pouring,
Streaming, splattering, running, gushing
cacophony of rhythm, 
A crescendo of percussion
A kettle drum’s poom, poom, poom!
Then a steady downpour
Rain and rain, drizzle, now drip
Drop
Drip
Drop…drip
Clouds move.Wind blows.
Sun comes smiling over the garden
Drying stems grow plump with water
Leaves cast a new green
Fresh, alive a zinnia opens and glows
Waves
In the sunshine and breeze.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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