Monday, June 5, 2017

monday mornings sometimes






darkness
looming outside
in the early
of a morning

rain pending

tall pines
and lush green
the landscape

standing
at attention
perfectly still

waiting

even the
birds
knowing

announcing

before
the first
crack
of
thunder

before
the wind
eddying
and
stirring

before
the trees
waving
about
their 
leaf laden
arms

before
even
the pines
joining
the dance

there is a

pause

a languid
sort of
waiting

a sweet
anticipation

of surely
what is to come

drinking it in
savoring
the moment
before

a sky 

opening

and a
downpour

merciless

droplets falling
staccato
hammering
a street
thrumming
on rooftops

relentless rain

beauty surrounding

unexpected
maybe

this

God-driven
goodness

ushering in

something

as
sweet
as
summer