Rain Song

by Adrienne Lowden

There is a tenseness in the air.

All is silent, nothing moves.

From the East roll monsters

In cloud.

A breeze rises,

Tingling the back of my neck.

The scent of rain intoxicates

As the drops begin to fall;

The small staccato of melody

Upon the lake crescendos.

I dance among the raindrops

And laugh in wet fields

As others shelter themselves

In dripping huts.

Photo by Terry Hankins

Photo by Rick Calcara