Rain falls, Earth’s poetry. Creating bursts of brightness and colour beneath its rhythmic cadence. Life.
It is, at times, disrupted by unruly winds that force it against the ground in pounding roars, building until it escalates beyond the gates of blood and bone.
But eventually it settles. The darkness thins to a sighing wisp that, for now, can float free of the weight it once bore.
April is National Poetry Month. I don’t write poetry, but I do love to read it. So here is a short tribute to its beauty.