Watching the Rain

It settles more than dust as we watch it fall

It soothes farmer's thoughts  for a little while

It stills anxious hearts in its tumbled descent

Soothing the restless gardener’s lament

…as it spills over eaves

Rolls from cupped leaves

Trickles and tickles sparse drought-stricken sheaves

See how it pools in each hollow and shallow

See how it cools eager sparrow and swallow

Mystical mirrors scattered on the terrain

Of sidewalk and pasture and long country lane

…as it splatters and spills

As it chatters and thrills

Earth’s stricken meadows; its woodland and hills

Life-giving free-fall from mercy’s embrace

Silver-stringed sonnet of goodness and grace

Nectar of heaven, as God wills and when

Filling parched throats of both fallow and men

…as it waters the corn

And washes the morn

Hope's wilted bloom is revived or reborn

© Janet Martin

This was inspired as I watched two birds refresh themselves in a puddle on the driveway.

It is still extremely dry but we are getting sudden brief showers and we are thankful for them.