Now the rain comes
in heavy measure
from a disgruntled rain god
after long years
of drought and desecration
suffocating the cactus
drowning the land
this raging, rabid rain claws
excavating the once burnt fields
as if digging for some ancient sea
long buried in geologic time
washing off now silent skulls
of dehydrated animals
submerging scars
rolling torrents of water
deluge into arroyos
rocks too slick to climb
deceptive roads
birth instant lakes
swallowing cars and livestock
in the distance
the heavy crash foreboding
the wet earth dreads
this misplaced monsoon
we watch the clouds roll
hoping to stem the relentless tide
hoping to hold the thunder at bay
Still quite dry over here. I guess when it rains it pours.
Well it has rained, not this much, but if it doesn’t stop, then maybe….crazy, unpredictable weather!
batten down the hatches!
Powerful poem, LT. It feels epic. Stay dry and safe if this one is in your area.
Thanks Diana, we have had a lot of rain, but I have exaggerated quite a bit. This morning I was awakened at 3 AM by torrential rainfall, and I had left two windows open where water was pouring through. This was the inspiration for this one. 🙂
I’m glad you took a writer’s liberty and you’re not actually being swept away! Well done.
Thanks 🙂 Yep it was just two angry cats and me….I was closing open windows and sliding around on wet floors at 3 AM 🙂
Cheers to the Rain God, Chac!
It is hard to complain about the rain after what we suffered at the hands of that massive drought, that’s for sure 🙂
We’ll take it! Makes me miss it. Even in flooding. Great visuals.
Thanks so much. Even though the rain has been excessive, nobody really complains about it after that horrible drought, so yes indeed, we will take it 🙂
Beautifully penned.. very metaphoric… Sending best wishes. Aquileana 😀
Thank you so much! Best wishes to you also 🙂
Ah, I know that feeling well. When I lived in the SF bay area, we’d pray for rain. And then when it finally came, it seemed as if the heavens would never close up again. Great poem.
Thanks so much. I love San Francisco, my significant other lived there for 20 years. It does seem like those heavens are never going to close up. I may need to start building an arc this weekend 😀
Good luck! Nothing like reading a good book with the ‘pitter patter’ of blessed rain falling on your roof.
Great piece.
excavating the once burnt fields
as if digging for some ancient sea
long buried in geologic time
washing off now silent skulls – excellent lines. ☺
Thank you so much. Glad you stopped by to read 🙂
The season of rain well described Poetically.
I find there is no like button in your blog except with comment page.
Even in your about ‘Welcome’ Post.
Regards,
Shiva
Thank you so much. I am not sure about the like button as I do receive likes from others on my post. Maybe it is a computer glich.
Yes it is there and I have clicked on some of your posts yesterday, but I could not find it on your Welcome Post Page. You may see.
Thanks
How did you find My Blog.
Shiva
Thanks so much. I need to work on my pages tab. I found yours while reading another blog that you had liked and clicked on the button to visit your blog.