Poem: Neighborhood Rain

A piece with sound accompaniment.

I recorded 17 minutes of rain yesterday and I wrote a short poem to accompany it.

Droplets slap the rough terrain,
flooding garden gnomes in a great deluge.
Chickens and cats scatter for shelter,
like a giant bath, unwanted but greatly needed.
These fecund flowers prayed for sacred dew.
Now it pours with torrential force.
Some things may break, and others may rust.
Human trinkets stand no chance at nature's strength.
And frightening though it can be,
this is how it should be—
a naked reminder of frailty
and a balance we must keep.

Photo by Alaksiej Čarankievič on Unsplash