A Gentle Rain Whispers
Virginia Salter

A gentle rain began in the night
sprinkling my face to awakened state
through the open window
that was for catching a breeze.

Such changes continue
contrasting moments or days before
keeping one on her toes
and wondering the score

How high is the mercury
how deep will the  puddles flow
what drop of sunshine
will set the earth aglow?

The eaves consistently
wash holes in the soil below
pecking away at concrete
with the constant dripping blow.

A metronome seems to be counting
the drops that hit the land
and no glowing sky from any side
seems to promise the drips will end.

The trees are still and stand erect
proclaiming there’s a pall
in the air, yes, from the sky
the rain will unceasingly fall.

© June 8,  2000


and now, this year on June 9, the sun is pouring down its rays in unforgiving heat