It’s morning the sky is dark,
during the night heavy clouds have surrounded the village,
all is still leaves on trees dare not tremble,
for if it rains now
it will be too hard washing top soil away
exposing roots of old trees and killing saplings.
What’s needed is rain that gently downs for hours till soil is sated,
then listen to the harmonious sound of drops
that fall from roofs and trees like a calm reflection.
See golden rays finding their way between pallid clouds
and think of nothing else
but to inhale nature’s scent.