(With thanks to John Lennon, Paul
McCartney, and Sir George Martin)
Rain in spring is different from
rain in fall or rain in summer;
it heralds life as it percolates to roots;
freshening the air, and washing the upturned faces of new growth.
it heralds life as it percolates to roots;
freshening the air, and washing the upturned faces of new growth.
In autumn rain glues fallen leaves
to pavement,
drives life indoors as we hope for just another warm and sunny day;
as we shiver on the edge of sleet.
drives life indoors as we hope for just another warm and sunny day;
as we shiver on the edge of sleet.
Summer rain washes out festivals and
games;
it soaks the sands as much as the surf,
bending plants, and saturating the air with oppressive discomfort.
it soaks the sands as much as the surf,
bending plants, and saturating the air with oppressive discomfort.
Rain in winter melts snowdrifts,
cleans out frozen gutters,
and changes the clouds to a different colour grey;
a blessing or a curse depending on how one views a midwinter snow.
and changes the clouds to a different colour grey;
a blessing or a curse depending on how one views a midwinter snow.
Rain is a bath for the world,
mother’s milk to the earth;
puddles to splash, a reason to join forces 'neath a 'brolly,
no need to ‘run and hide your head’ unless it’s pouring sideways into your eyes.
puddles to splash, a reason to join forces 'neath a 'brolly,
no need to ‘run and hide your head’ unless it’s pouring sideways into your eyes.
Ronda R. Scott-M
© 9 March 2016
Rest in Peace, Sir George Martin
ReplyDeleteToday's rains echo our sadness at your loss.