Rain Reverie

by Becky Jo Ward

Our country road glimmers

and beckons—free—

It stretches on forever,

Overhung by sky and tree.

The road sparkles when I squint

And glistens black and bright.

The world smells so clean, like dawn,

Because it rained last night.

I stroll amidst this shiny green,

Aware of lovely world.

It seems to me the puddles have

still rainbows in them, swirled.

How I love it after rain!

We all do, I suppose,

When fields are green and puddles gleam

With remnants of rainbows.