NEW BEGINNINGS

NEW BEGINNINGS

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

Tree branches hang low,

weighted with water.

Flowers lift their faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds wring dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

THE DEEP

Cover me with your cold arms,

A baby blanket of softness.

Take me down under your waves,

Where the world glows a bluish green.

Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,

Filled with creatures swimming free.

A harmony of rhythmic movement,

Following the slow tempo of the deep.

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles in staccato rhythm.
A constant and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low--weighed down with water.
Flowers lift their shiny faces for their washing.
The cold, crisp rain refreshes.
The clouds dry out.
The sun returns to brighten the day.
The air smells fresh and clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.