The Spring Storm
The rain stopped as abruptly as it had started.
The swirling, twisting, booming of the Spring storm is now a memory.
Last year's leaves that, only moments ago,
were skittering along the sidewalk ahead of the latest gust
are now clinging to the grating at the corner of the street
holding their own against the torrent of the curbside stream.
The light from the re-emerging Sun turns the remaining
rain drops into thousands of sparkling diamonds clinging
to the leaves of the big maple in the front yard.
Songbirds are chirping their thanks for the cleansing shower
and the prospect of a tasty meal showing itself in the wet grass.
Laughing children are out riding bikes, splashing in puddles
or racing impromptu boats along the heaven-sent waterway.
Two young lovers sit on a porch swing, rocking back and forth...
inhaling the gloriously fresh essence of the crisp, clean air...
his arm draped around her shoulder in a casual way,
confident that she is his.
He turns his face to hers....
she looks up into his dazzling blue eyes....
their hearts pounding stronger than the thunder from the passing storm.
She feels his breath against her cheek.
Her eyes close....
Her lips part slightly....
He leans to her....
24 March, 2000
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