The Rains Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

The rains washed down the mountain
Softening the warm earth
As I sat by my cabin window
Watching the muddy waters
Rolling down into the river below

The rains started five days ago
And from the first drop that fell
The rains continued to pour on and on
While the animals hid in their shelters
And I danced, soaking wet, beneath the clouds

It was the dance of a very young man
Filled with the folly of my youth
In the heat of a warm summers day
Thinking thoughts that only come
To one so young and carefree

Looking back to that day
Which I remember as if it were just now
I can’t help but smile
For it was a time of gaiety and merriment
That only one so young could know

Today I sit by my window
Watching the rains pound upon the land
Studying the muddy waters
As they roll down into the river below
Remembering that time gone by

And in the warmth of a summers day
I threw open my front door
And as best as an old man could
I walked out into the summer’s rain
And danced