Looking up river, photo by Bob
Spring Rain
By Forrest Getz 2008
The rain comes down,
An anguished beat upon the metal roof,
The sky’s tears
Soothing the parched earth.
The creek beds arteries,
The cow paths veins,
The heartbeat
Of the rain, of the life that fills the land.
The rhythm continues,
Rushing thru the ravines,
Carrying away the leaves
From the year past.
Softening the earth itself,
Replenishing life,
Carrying away the remains,
Waste, from the past drought.
The air blended with the subtle hint
Of the rain, a sweet mildew
In smell, a scent known to
Belong to this type of life.
In a place as dry as here,
The essence of the earth’s blood
Seeps into our clothing,
Into our blood – ours is dependant.