Miracle Of The Rain Poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

The silvery globules of rain
that shimmer on the leaves
are harbingers of promise
that life will never end

Notice how:
After the rain merrily descends
on the scorched, cracked earth,
new sprouts will emerge
into a plenitude swarming
where life did not reveal any sign
for months feared to stretch to eternity.
The air used to smelling like choking dust
becomes fresh with the fragrance of flowers
that gloriously proliferate in various colors
like mushrooms after the first year’s shower falls.

I hold my breath knowing it to be pure.
I let the air sanctified by rain travel to my brain.
Thoughts of this life’s common mystery
weave into a dance of discovery
till they become a song of hope -
Every morning I will find a wet silvery sheen
on the leaves of my green and yellow scandens
and red anthuriums.