Desert Rains Poem by Bill Galvin

Bulging, dark clouds move in swiftly and rudely
To block out the sun
And cover the clear blue sky,
Like a crowd of shoppers elbowing inside the doors
At midnight on Black Friday.

Windswept desert rains in heavy droplets
Pour in steady streams off the patio roof,
Supported by lodgepole pines;
They are like dozens of mini waterfalls,
Puddling onto the red sandstone dirt,
Splashing red muddy water all about,
Blowing sideways as gusts hit them,
With thunder underscoring the desert drama.

Rain seldom visits, so is welcome here.

Not long after the rain stops,
It is quickly absorbed by the thirsty earth and flora.

Clouds linger till sunset,
When against a starry backdrop
A crisply defined crescent moon
Defines itself in the night sky.

The privilege is in the witnessing.

5-8-2016 (Sedona, AZ)