From the sky water falls
drenching the earth, filling potholes;
while greens dance happily
no longer dry or thirsty.
And children playing noisily
bathing in the rain, their cooling dose
for warm bodies, not using the water hose.
This is nature’s cleansing spree;
washing away parched land, dry debris.
Once more a polished earth made ready
to hope, to sow, to reap anew steadfastly.
A day begins with the sunrise
piercing through the fading purple sky.
Cool air becomes warmer
when the sun shines brighter.
As the day grows by the hour,
warmth becomes heat;
when the clock by noon ticks
then one, two, three o’clock reached,
the heat turns to a feverish level;
but the winds give comfort well.
Trees and leaves sway with the breeze
fanning the heat away with a gentle wheeze.
Then the sun sets leaving a heated earth;
hesitating, with a gradually fading ardor,
cooling down as night comes forth.
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