Rain After Drought (a sonnet)

The garden is most grateful for the rain
When drought has parched its leaves, hardened the soil ā€“
Soft showers don’t soak in when they first come;
If sun returns too soon, rain’s good is spoiled.
But when the rains come heavy after light
And earthworms’ tunnels fill deep underground,
All hidden, thirsty roots swell, drink, convey
To all above the lifeblood they’ve now found.
It’s only then the garden can set flowers,
Which magically then turn into fruit
And later seed, without which all this growth
Would waste the soil and rain, render them moot.
Love falls like rain as well, must always be
Both gentle and consistent, soft and free.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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