“So Much Rain Pours These Days”

poetry

(In contemplative amazement at the power of unrelenting rains)

So much rain pours these days
that the green does battle
with the paved world
to see who can contain
the biggest ocean.
The grass stalks, green with
life, wear the clearest and
lightest beads of water as
their pearly prize. And they release
the rest of the drink to their earthy
storage below to be
conjured up later for the reaping.
But the concrete jungle,
black and grey and white with envy
and not to be outdone, opens
his bosom to the sky and
welcomes its tearful embrace.
And those silky tears he cannot
dress himself with he drinks,
the sidewalk drain is the
thirsty maw that gratefully
opens wide for the quench.

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Originally published in Washed Over…Or, Things Dedicated