Making Rain

I’ve enjoyed writing for many years. I'm dedicating more time to the craft in my retirement days.

The sun will greet the clouds today

Welcome them to the playground

Of wide-open blue

The clouds will fill

With joy and happiness and burden

They will not long be able to contain

And it will rain

The mother will meet her son today

Welcome him to the third big sphere

His eyes big and blue

Her own eyes will fill

With joy and wonder and fear

And moisture

They will not long be able to contain

And it will rain

The man will walk this lonely dusty road today

From here to there and there to here

And marvel at the wild blue

And his soul will fill

With a warm nostalgia

He’ll kick up the dust with his old black boots

And somehow it will rain

By mid-afternoon

The sun will shoo

Unburdened clouds away

The son will ask his mom to play

Which brings her joy though she cannot

And the man presses his nose against

The window pane

As the bus rolls down the highway

And he whispers to himself,

“I wish it would rain.”

I Wish It Would Rain