Rains Came Poem by Paul Brookes

rains have come at last washing away torpid heat
zipping lights courageous bangs crash out dark black cumulus
dry yellow grass which had been sleeping
will swell tomorrow new shoots, green and fresh,
pushing up from the revived earth.
dry dust sluiced away from heads too hot to think
muffling thoughts a drowsy malaise dry heat haze
lungs to dry to breath begin will sigh gently in relief.

streets a river, a torrent threatening flood
it's well below us on our hill, from our eerie
we can see the grey turbulent torrent of the river
raising the boats to bob crazily, straining their moorings,
as if they wish, like wild horses, to break free upon the thundering whip lash eddies.
just as fast as it came, the rain blows away eastwards.
the river slows and settles back into its bed,
a fresher day blossoms leaving the land refreshed.