When Rains Come Early

When it rains, they stay;
children at games in the street,
lovers in each other’s arms
on the lakeshore.

When the rains come,
tin roofs and tile
become instruments Rain plays
with a practiced touch.

Light and steady to lull me;
then sudden, the rhythm
beats a djembe,
strong and staccato!

A song of wooing
whooshes to wildness,
as up and down
Rain’s volume zooms.

When the rains come,
I cozy up in a flannel shirt
and gratefully make
Morelia hot cocoa.

When rains come unexpected,
plants lift and dance!
Families on benches in the Plaza
smile at the sky.

©Susa Silvermarie 2018

 

One Reply to “When Rains Come Early”

  1. I read about the rain from someone else. I wish I could have been there! You really give me a sense of the experience I can visualize.

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