Rain falls
on dry parched soil...
and the world blooms
with brilliant color
and joy.
My tongue tastes the rain
while cool shivers
dance down my spine.
Grateful am I
for the rain that lifts
the weary heads of flowers
in summer heat.
Grateful...
for the light dancing
along the soft curved edges
of raindrops.
and
Grateful
for the light that flows
into my heart
once more
and
and breathes fresh life
into the
darkness.
~Darlisa Black
