Birds sing from leafy trees
and verdant banks beside the streams–
from gentle rain in spring a droplet gleams
on iris and rose, and petrichor rises in the air
washed clean, carried on a crisp, fresh breeze
(with pollen that makes us cough and wheeze)
but beautiful the shades of green
in days that lengthen, until the sun’s heat
bakes ground and street.
Summery steam rises in air that’s sticky and thick,
and the sky darkens, the clouds turn black,
as the stormy wind enters, blows pages from their stack,
I close the window when the rain comes—plothering, not pitter-pat,
there’s thunder and lightning, and gusts that sway the trees about–
then the power goes out—
the temperature falls and rises again, the rain clouds part,
and through them, the sun casts a glow
across the sky–look, a double rainbow.
For Sarah’s rain prompt on dVerse. Earlier this morning, my husband saw this rainbow at the golf course where he’s working. Later, we got a severe thunderstorm, and our power went out, but it’s been restored. So, I reversed the order for the poem.