afterstorm

The sky cries that lately glowered o’er our trembling fields and shocked with shearing blasts of flashing fire. Now it streams its heart to us below. Unleashing droplet crystals small, and splashy-bright it slowly grows the life it looks upon. – – – Photo by Jonine Coetzer: https://www.pexels.com/photo/green-leaves-after-rain-8068753/

Happy Little Raindrops

It was a soggy, foggy day, but the raindrops were in play. They lent their laughter to the gray and dropped like silver on their way. They turned the dirt to chocolate milk; the road beneath them shined like silk. They stayed awhile and sang to me as they journeyed home to sea.

Shrouded Path

Steps of slapping leather, on the rain-slicked stone mist like drapes of ghost-light, gauzing path to home. The road winds, disappearing, into a foggy shroud as bobbing luminescents try to light the cloud. Off ahead a shout–of horror or success– a mist’ry trail adventure that you can only guess. – – – Photo by Alexander […]

Cardinals Come

Cardinals seem to congregate in crowds when clouds are slated gray. When all the world’s a weary wet or dripping droplet water cold the cardinals call and strut their crests till the sun climbs out to day. – – – Photo by Brian Forsyth: https://www.pexels.com

Praying for Rain

If I am a blade of grass, the world serves me drought, the feet tread—heedless—on my head, and I am brown, cracked, and bent. Wave in the wind, they say, and shine in the sun, Emerald. Sport the frost or all is lost to the grey, the ice, the end. But I am only a […]

Mercy Clouds

He opened up the skies and mercy fell to earth in silver-lines the rains of sacrificial grace. – And here we stand immersed in water sparks of love grieving that the rains put out our sacrifice. – We see the pluming smoke– our idols unappeased– as Father bends and opens up His arms to us. […]

That Man

That man with the black umbrella swishes through the rain. Puddles swirl reflections as he stalks away. – – Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash

While I Was Sleeping

Rushing down on wild winds Angled toward the earth Inundating plips of splooshitudinous Night – Photo by: Maxim Forster Pexels.com

Rain Crickets

The rain laughs and plays like crickets jumping puddles, happy in the storm.

Rain in the Trees

It patter taps on straw, soft and low and muffled like the bird. But when I try and tiptoe past the watchful trees still hear and see. – The sentinels gaze down. Wise and wake they solemn, rise and shake above my head their sprinkle spread: drips of crystal drops for free. – The woods […]