Monday, April 20, 2015

After the Rain

After it came tumbling down
in fat, wet drops that made us sprint for the barn,
the rain stopped.

And we walked outside to see
the most beautiful rainbow 
arching across the pitch black sky.

Then I blinked, and it was gone,
leaving in its wake a sky,
turning blue with puffy clouds.

And the only signs that it had rained
were the rushing of the gutters
and the puddles on the soaked grass,

the muddy, wet feet,
the patch of sky in the puddle,
and the buzzard in the tree, drying his wings.

(This was a late afternoon poetry inspiration that came to me as I walked to the chickens.  A surprisingly unexpected post idea for me.  I think the beautiful day went to my head.)


  1. You live in such a beautiful place, CGrace! Such a lovely post and I am so glad you shared it with us!
    Have a blessed day!
    Much love,

    1. Oh, thank you so much, Kelly-Anne!

  2. Perfect for National Poetry Month! And each stanza almost felt like a haiku. Very cool.

    1. Haha. Thanks! And I completely forgot that April is National Poetry Month! Last year I made a big deal about it, but this year forgot all about it. Thanks for the reminder. :)