Poetry

The First Rain of the Season

The never ending cycles of Life

Showers trigger memories Of Spring times past Sprayed across the treetops Dampening earth Lifting spirits

Drops ricochet on rooftops Paving glistens Puddles play with light Birds splish-splash Watered wings take flight

Promise of blossoms Sunny days Heatwaves Curling clouds In Air styles blown by breezes

Seedlings pop and peep No more asleep Awaken from the wet earth Releasing bounty of Nutritious thoughts

Seasoned change Spices up the days Ahead Blue skies Hot sighs

No more when Will sun move south Again

Spring is here Time to plant new ideas

I awoke before the birds this morning, smiling at the sound of gentle rain drumming on the tin roof above me, heralding the new season.

Words whirled in my head. Before they disappeared I turned to pen and paper beside my bed to record them.

I built this poem on the foundation of those early notes.

Thank you for being here.