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
Nothing moves beside old mill. Everything we see through nature. The scene after rain is beautifully captured. The imagery drawn here is excellent. The season ticks with seasonal sound and we feel this well. An amazing poem is excellently penned...10
I can see myself looking up at the skies after a rainfall, and can smell the freshened air all around me and the colors of a rainbow. Very good imagery. Liked this one very much. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
I love rain and I love this poem...The anticipation..the rejoicing.... of the earth and spirit, replenished, fresh and new once again...this makes me happy...lovely..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very refreshing write, sweetly flowing and and great with serenity. Good work John. I believe you have the touch