Long it seems we waited—
clouds were piled high with promise
lightning, thunder, darkened skies—
but little moisture given.
Now this morning—early—
sky that’s mostly overcast
the presence of the sun sensed only
in a few bright patches in the eastern sky—
now we walk—ourselves or with our dogs—
on sidewalks still with water stained
see puddles holding trees and sky
and rain beads thick on bushes we pass by…
We move in cool moist air
welcome it on necks and shoulders…
Everything about me seems subdued
by an unspoken deep-felt gratitude.
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