There are no words to help explain
My God, how I do love the rain.
These feelings that surge deep within
Which from the depths inside begin
Are tonic to my ailing verve
And power grant these gods I serve.
The thought occurs often tragic
That life slips by without magic.
Grubbing bird, hungry chick rejoice
While mist and I till dawn converse.
I could not live in climate dry
With nought to hide the fears I spy,
Impatient thoughts laced with chagrin
That weigh the scope of origin.
This rain that falls in rhythmic beat
Upon each valley, hill and street
And every other breathing thing
Elate that sweet refreshment bring.
Gone the fit of winter rigor
Greet the sudden rainfall’s vigor
Pause while earth accepts the blessing
Needing drink with grace caressing.
To each and every dying thought
Since man to life has hoping brought,
Neglected aims, now wilted grown
Feel with the rain, excitement known
Shall store away resentment’s girth
Believe that time may force rebirth
Claire V. Bogdanos 