FRESH AND CLEAN
The thunder rolled through the night,
I could see the lightening so bright,
Then I heard the patter of the rain
Gently tapping at my window pain.

You could hear the trees sigh with relief,
The flowers and grass won’t come to grief,
For the rain has come to this thirsty ground,
It was such a pleasant and needed sound.

It was not pounding rain that flattens everything,
But as gentle as a breath of warm air in the spring,
It gently washed each tree and flower so clean,
When we awoke in the morning no dust was seen.

The clouds swept in, almost like a painting of a sky
Done by a master painter and touched with a sigh
Of satisfaction, as the painter saw the lovely scene
Then added to each plant a deeper shade of green.

You should see how fresh and clean we now appear,
The clouds slowly rolling away, the air fresh and clear,
Thank you gentle rain, please come again on another day
Come and gently wash the plants and all the dust away.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 19, 2002