There has finally been just enough rain for me to finish this sonnet. I began it several weeks ago, but I had to wait through another dry spell before the wonderful, long-awaited scents of desert rain came again and I could complete the poem.
The Scent of Rain
The scent of rain is sweet, like memories
Wrapped long ago with lavender and laid
Away as something precious in the shade
Of time; its fragrances still hold the keys
That open to an afternoon of peace,
A time to pause, peruse the clouds that fade
To gentleness among the raindrops, staid
And sweet and furtive on the silent breeze
That bears them. In their scent still lies belief—
Somewhere before remembered yesterday,
Somewhere beyond tomorrow, just a brief
Certainty of the timeless things that lay
Their presence on our hearts, that hold in fief
A vision past the passing of the day.
Grass flowers
and mountain rainbows:
summer’s end
This haiku was written just before the start of the new month… and the coming of a little rain. The wind has had plenty of dust to blow around!
Sand in my eyes–whoosh!
August is scouring her house
with a dust devil!
“August is scouring her house with a dust devil.” So much fun in one line!