Rain Kiss by Robb Fulkerson
It rolled in
from the mountains.
It called as it came.
Clouds churned in broiling fountains
Foretelling of rain.
Though the angry skies rumbled
I sensed a calm peace.
And nature, as if humbled,
Let soft rain release.
Everywhere clear orbs falling
Grew puddles by chance.
Pitter and patter calling
Set ringlets to dance.
Rain soaked wet into the bark
Of Elm and Sweet Gum.
Slowly painting each one dark
“Til dried by the sun.
It gave drink to fertile seeds,
Sprouts, and tender chutes.
Alike to flowers and weeds,
Deep down to their roots.
The open breast of the earth,
Swelled by Heaven’s tears,
Sets the cycle of new birth
As in bygone years.
From nature’s chorus sprang a
Joyous sound, again.
Loud and undaunted sang the
Carolina Wren.
Rain fell on the pine cones in their lofty green towers,
And fell soft on my hair as it fell on the flowers
Sent shivers up my spine, cut down my defenses
Held me in a kiss overwhelming my senses.
Rain ran down my neck, my arms, my body, my being.
Cool rain rivers coursing, awakening, entreating.
Stirring a dormant spirit long asleep in my breast,
Until all of my being was embraced and caressed.
For a heart so hardened, and put away in the dark,
To feel an anxious beating excite a tiny spark.
To hold life again and feel my empty spirit fill
Is restoration, my new strength, bent by nature’s will.
Soon the rain was retreating.
My world washed and raw.
I stood there, barely breathing,
Looking on in awe.
In silence there, listening
Sure it would not cease.
All so still and glistening
In abundant peace. |