Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

It Did Rain For Days


sometimes hard and at other times soft
and the thunder flashed blue-white
while all of nature was waiting on refreshment
but in our home we were sheltered comfortable,
we smelled the rain, heard the birds sing.
Together we did spend that time,
found something wonderful in each small thing
and the lawn was suddenly green
while new flowers were rising everywhere
and others did bloom in the new season of spring,
did astound us with their smell and beauty
and between us there was a tighter band
of love that goes deeper than feelings and the mind.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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