There’s rain
and then
There’s rain
An unexpected,
unsolicited downpour,
hosts terrifying, ground-shaking
thunder
disguised as an earthquake understudy
A burst pipe in the sky gushes through long-grayed winter skies
flooding the earth floor
Rivers rise
Creeks swell
Roads close
Yards drown
Neighbors hibernate
leftover snowbirds unabashedly fly south for sun,
the drenched and abandoned left soaking, land-locked
lulled into conversation repeatedly immersed in pleas for vitamin D
Bodies and minds
tired
SAD
A thunderstorm
rolls through
a 4-way-stop
flexing its muscle
in a
no-cruise-zone
rumbling,
strobe lights pulsing
thumping out beats to an
“invitation-only” party in the front,
business in the back—
Rain is a
roller coaster
with its
enough-is-enough-
I-can’t-take-it-anymore-saturated-
lows
and its
its cozy,
snuggle-up-with-a-book
light-a-fire-
splash-in-the-puddles-
highs
dunked in any season,
held under in the deep end for far too long...
Respite awaits
the wonderfully light, cool,
orchestral ballet of
butterfly raindrops
lighting on tender buds
sprouts pushing and stretching under softest soil
springing through baby greens
each birth announcing
a
much-longed-for season
Everything new
again
and
again
and again
There’s rain
yes
but
then
there is
sun