By Lorraine Walker Williams
Member-at-large, Florida and California
I walk onto the balcony
to smell the rain after three months dry,
welcoming its musky scent.
Rain drops blot their signature
along the railing. A hush falls
among sirens in the city.
Sky closes in, lowers a shade of gray
letting rain bathe my senses.
Breeze tips leaves.
I can almost hear trees
sigh with contentment.
A strand from a spider’s silken
web seems to wave freely.
A crow caws and jolts me back
to reality. Rain drums on the roof,
echoes on the gutter.
Hummingbird slips among
evergreen boughs like a tiny
shadow.
Something about the rain
tugs at me, pulls me within—
the intimacy of a curtain
wet with promise.
Lorraine, I love the softness of this rain, the breeze and the sigh, and the hush of your poem.
Every word in this poem serves to knit this comforting curtain. A well-constructed poem.
Lovely experience. Thank you for sharing.. You make a shower a very sensory event.
Lorraine, such a gorgeous poem. Thank you for sharing. It left me sighing at the memory and desire for the respite of rain. Blessings, Kathy
Love how you capture the moment
I particularly liked the hummingbird slipping like a shadow!
This is quite picturesque and lovely. Seems as though there is a tension, then a peace..