The thunder comes and the rain patters, a soft tattoo on the window pane,
the world outside, transformed, with a new and misty countenance,
a watercolor tint with blurred lines,
a fresh new scent emerges through the windows, still slightly opened,
petrichor, the smell of spring rain, as it hits the ground,
wet earth and grass, germinating life, sweet fragrance
(different from the dreary damp decaying smell of winter’s rain)
And then it’s over–
a pastel arch appears in the sky, the iridescent glow bewitching,
a smile among the clouds.
Birds resume their chirping, tweeting, cawing,
whiffling high above in aerial ballets,
the mockingbird dazzles with his repeated aria of love,
Pavarotti in the tree,
None shall sleep
Squirrels and rabbits scurry about, foraging and grazing in the waning light,
the cats emerge from their hiding places, under beds and behind boxes,
ambling through the house in search of food and attention.
All is calm, a velvet blanket enshrouds the world, and we are off to dream.
NaPoWriMo, Day 27 Today’s Challenge: to write poems with very long lines.