John Carter Brown


After The Rain


A hush had descended, the air was quite still,
Nothing was moving beside the old mill;
Nature postponed both it's joys and it's pain,
Holding it's breath until after the rain.

Waiting for heaven to give up it's prize
Long had creation looked up to the skies,
Searching the air for the treasure contained,
Soon to be satisfied after the rain.

Pure glistening water now dropped from the sky,
Feeding the earth, once so hungry and dry;
Soaking and swelling the rivers again,
Refreshed and replete now after the rain.

The seasons had ticked with their regular rhythm,
The rainbow displayed it's most colourful prism;
The people, like flowers, had come out again,
Bathing in sunshine, after the rain.

Written June 1994

Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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Written after a long hot summer's day.

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