Friday, August 14, 2015

August Morning Rain



The rain draws circles on the lane
And mirrors in each dip
And on the south-faced window-pane
A hundred rivers slip

The rain pools in each petal-cup
It cools the limpid leaf
And kisses every face turned up
To savor its relief

Its runnels snake through sun-baked clay
And sings with splashing mirth
A precious heaven-rendered lay
To quench the thirst of earth

The rain threads beads of liquid glass
Like a rare string of pearls
And all along the garden path
Flowers giggle like girls

© Janet Martin


Thunder mumbles in the distance, the cracking apart of elements we had earlier has passed, the driving sheets of rain easing to a comforting song that says s-h-h-h-h beneath traffic and kisses thirsty gardens.

We’ve been elbow-deep into beans among other things but they will have to wait until the rain tapers off to be picked.

2 comments:

  1. I LOVE, LOVE your poem about the rain. The imagery is so enlivening! I certainly imagine the flowers giggling like girls!

    Hope you've been enjoying your summer days. We've had lovely, hot days and grateful for the few rainy days that have come between times to quench thirsty earth and plants and wild things.

    Wishing you a beautiful day, Janet!
    Brenda
    xox

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    1. Hi Brenda, and thank-you. Yes, we have been enjoying what is most definitely going to be a very short summer! Finally we are getting some true summer heat! Some people hate it but I love it...it's preserving-time, and gardening and pools and evening bike-rides and here and there a sort of siesta as we watch the rain work miracles:)

      Wishing you a wonderful rest of August:)

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