After the rain, light; after the rain, peace,
the land takes a breath,
After the rain the blades of grass show off their jewels,
rich green adorned by perfect drops, tiny pools of water shine, their
Round sparkle globes glint a whole row down the stalk,
precious gathered perfect circles of light energy glow
and glint in the sun after rain, reflecting
world within world within world.
Drip, glint, drink, breathe, soothe, cleanse, merge;
after the rain the scents rise and all moves and speaks as one,
The shower has played itself out, sighs, passes on by;
the seagull floating high,
rode the rain and the grey clouds now cries,
the sun in its eyes,
The birds know, their voices
call and wait to be understood.
After the rain the slow drip quiet,
the sparkle glints of fallen worlds,
spinning in the fresh broken light,
reflecting world within world.
The drip, the glint, the gull’s cry, the breath,
the sigh, the soft reality of the moment
after the rain.