Spring: First Rain Poem by Gert Strydom

Spring: First Rain



Clouds gather dark, ominous and pregnant
filled with the thunder-gloom
and the womb of the earth waits expectant
for the life giving substance to shower down
to turn seeds to living sprouts
and a fresh odour rises from the ground
when rain splatters, showers, falls
like a river from the sky.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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