We Listen

For the rain.

Photograph by Author.

We rush inside
Where we reside
And batten down the hatches
The atmosphere is thick
Thick as a brick
Our moods she is matching

Sunbeams dancing
horses prancing
a mirage on the melting road,
nature’s gasping
begging and asking
for rain to fill our empty stream.

Rolling clouds
between the shrouds
the hot wind, moaning and whining
pray for relief
pilfered by a thief
the clouds roll on past the horizon.

Evening descends
the air moans and rends
then lightning lights up the sky,
thunder moans
dogs cower with bones
then a splash hits the ground.

Torrent’s falling
heaven’s calling
the earth is satisfied,
soothing and surfeit
on natures feet
quenching evening rain.