A poem

Photo by Max Bender on Unsplash

I hear it, like music on my window pane
Water is falling from the sky again

I smell it, the freshness, I feel restored
Too late after the fires in flames roared

Peace descends in wet drops and thunder
I feel healed inside, no more plunder

Oh, joy! creation is well for now
My soul rests in the scent falling down

The earth is so hard after so much heat
I pray to God that floods won’t repeat.

Rain! How needed you really are
Please stay a while don’t go far

Published in the Lark