The Aspiring Bard

I. We squinted upwards At the glaring sun, And stared with hope Upon The gathered clouds And all our talk was Rain and rain, Our prayers ascending From a dusty land. II. In jags of light, Our answer came At last, With distant rumbles drawing Ever near. We stood and felt the earth Draw closer in, Expectant, now, beneath The shadowed sky. Source unknown III. The raindrops come, A sprinkling at first, And dance for us In fragrant tracery; With steady pause, They patter in the dust And lift a tiny whirlwind Drop and drop. IV. We spread our hands, Unspeaking in our glee, Our wordless thanks Uplifted In each daub That paints the earth A deeper shade of brown. V. With joyous shouts, The storm Blows in full force And hushes all the land With steady rain; Renews us each In strangely separate ways And sends us on Our paths, Refreshed and clean.

Source I thought, today, of you; Remembered all the things You would have said, And heard the very words You would have used To fashion me A portrait of your thoughts. Although our paths Have long since parted ways, Our hearts, I think, Have trod a middle road Unparted and unaged by time or change, Throughout the years remaining Side-by-side. This is actually a bit of an oldie. I'm not sure why I never got around to posting it.