Soaking Rain

© Amy Luscombe

Soaking rain
After dust
Refresh my soul
Cleanse the rust
Of surface stale
Crumbling deep
Metallic nose
Earthen seep

Dry earth thanks
With open pores
Soaking juice
Of Heaven’s stores
Skies awash
Galas upside hang
Washing wings
Chatting gangs

Children squeal
Abandoned toys
Bathing bodies
Run, chasing joys
Faces turned
To bursting drops
Tongues and hands
Catch on the hop

Drenched dog sighs
Thunder gone
Wet fur and dirt
Ingrained, so long
Stinks up the house
No one cares
Wet earth smells
Of better fare

Paddocks groan
With sheer relief
Dry dry hot
With no belief
Of rain in sight
Surprise surprise
Radar confirms
Farmer’s delight

Horses stand
Heads hang low
Looking sad
But a secret show
Behind the stance
Pure pleasure bestowed
Softer earth,
coats a’ glow

I’m washed anew
A bath of pure
Tears fallen
From the sky
My spirit fresh
Dust returned
To whence
It once would fly

Rain rain go away
Never never say
Until it floods
This wide brown earth
Please join us, every day.