After the Rain

I tried to tidy the leaves this week-end, in between the heavy rain showers. I'm now inside and I can hear the rain on the roof if I'm quiet and there's no traffic. I love the patter of the rain- it helps me sleep when I'm busy and have an over active mind. The sound is rhythmical like a great drum and base beat that makes you want dance or a heartbeat that comforts you and holds you tightly enough to help you drift off.

But I also love the quiet after the rain, the freshness of the air, the hanging of the sound and this poem by Valerie Dohren is a nice reminder of what happens when it stops.

After the rain the air is sweet
With glist`ning pools beneath my feet
Raindrops dripping down from the eaves
Teardrops slipping off shining leaves

And silken webs with crystals strung
Which span across the ivy hung
Around the trellised arbours green
A shimm`ring, luminescent scene

After the rain has kissed the earth
So Mother Nature brings new birth
Flowers to bloom with life anew
After the rain the sky is blue

After the rain comes a fresh dawn
After the rain new hope is born
After the rain has touched my soul
After the rain I shall be whole

Now why didn't I think of that?