rain

I know I am slacking, but here's another post for Every Day in May. I wrote this in a cabin on a mountain, listening to the rain gush from overflowing clouds.

RAIN

rain is like a slow train

with a steady, pounding beat

the rhythm comes in blankets

dropping delight, the cloud's sweet release

the destination is not the ground

but deeper dug into the soil

where all sorts of earth can be found

and all kinds of life roots toil

the drop's journey is not a steady path

directed by two parallel metals

but instead drawn by gravity's catch

and interrupted sometimes by obstinate petals

the noise of a single, solitary drop

is not likely to be noticed

but multiplied by millions non-stop

the din of drops is nearly uproarious

and so rain is like a train

though altogether different still

the rhythm and sound rush with refrain

but the life-giving nature is what thrills