Rain Messages From Him

The fitful rain makes me whimsical, outside the phosphor grass
glows with its own light, the turquoise swimming pool turns into
a jewel and the sky becomes a uniformly grey expanse, every space
is marked by perforated lines switching on and off as the rain
keeps its fitful approach to falling softer and harder

Suddenly the sky turns into a shiny dome as the clouds allow the
sun to increase its power to silver incandescence, I put my book
down to enjoy nature's show just for me - since we never go to
concerts, what happens in the garden holds my interest, fuels
my fantasy that the sun is my personal friend and the clouds

Bring rain as messages from him…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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