“Rain Whispers”
As the day grows grayer
The wind stiffens in coldness
And foretells the coming
Of Winter’s first rain...
Something rouses in her
And she moves to the window
Pausing there in silence
To listen for its sound...
The silent drops begin
Building steadily to a downpour
And a thing heard inside
A rushing whisper to the heart...
Of other times and places
When nature became all
And stopped whatever
To demand attention...
She comments not in words
But through postures
And low “mmm’s”
In primeval satisfaction...
“Can you hear it?”
She says with a smile
Just as the clouds burst
In a sheeting crescendo...
“I love the rain.”
And I her because she does
This woman of my dreams
Whose wonderment still enthralls...
Distant thunder comes
From lightning far away
To punctuate the moment
And she shivers in delight...
As the fragile bond between soul and nature is renewed.
Paul Colaluca (11/29/09)