Rain Begins

Raindrops pitter-pattered
clustered abstractly
the placidity perplexes me
A gray cloud, surreal in its glory
dominates the sky
Howling winds begin to blow
stretching the barks of the bamboos bellow
And alas! It began to rain.
Water fell from the sky above,
a never ending well.
Greens rejoice for the gift of moisture
nourishing their thirsty roots.
The people wear their boots
and put on their coats.
Children played,
frogs croaked
because it started to rain.
Tapping on the roots,
like the drumming of the Indians;
flashes of light,
in jagged formations;
roaring thunder,
from the pillar of cloud;
all these because it began to rain.

-jan. 18, 2009