A chill’s in the air
Cows at break of dawn
Go their own way, not wanting to share
Bits of green amongst the brown.
Clouds form on the horizon
A “Blue Norther” is on its way
The line builds higher and higher
And moves swiftly until all is dark in light of day.
Dust devils dance with no end
Leaves and bits of dry grass are airborne
Even the sand moves under the relentlessness wind
Plants bow and sway, bending to the distant god.
Suddenly, all is quiet in this airy hell
And freshness is in the air
Almost a chemical cleansing of the sense of smell
A pungent, sharpness with traces of nitrates there.
In the dry dust, a splatter
A single, then more droplets
The earth, a moonscape of tiny ridges and valleys here and there.
Drops slowly merge into flowing rivulets.
A distant roar as the rain now begins
Driving all before in a cascade of stinging drops
At first coating the dirt with an oil-like sheen
Before soaking in and filling the voids.
The dry season is ended!
Life will spring forth as in the beginning
From the brown earth as nature intended
Rain is here!
s
Sidi J. Mahtrow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-472/
