Sweet August Rain

joy came towards us
singing & dancing
a song made of joy
came towards us

the roots of trees
stretch out & sigh

they are going to make
the most of this
persistent as a mole
& as blind

the greedy market places
have been deserted

because this is it
giving life to the bleak
shopping-mall cities

sweet August rain

fresh puddles of joy
on the sparkling concrete

Posted: Tue 17 Nov, 2009