The First Rain

Sitting outside,
A cool breeze blows,
A reprieve
From the summer heat.
But,
momentary.

Then a bright flash,
Slicing through the darkness,
then thunder,
And silence.

Slowly, like a leaky tap,
One hesitant drop falls,
Followed by another,
And one more.

And soon the sky,
Once pure black,
Is lit with flashes of lightening,
And the silent night
Is filled
with the steady pitter-patter
Of raindrops.
And the unbearable heat
Is absorbed,
Leaving a cool,
pleasant night.

Oblivion

Ah! Listen to the song,
The lovely melodies of the bird,
The passive rustling of the leaves,
The laughter of the brook.

Paradise!
There can be no other word.
To be one with god,
There is no other place.

Beautiful...
Tis true it is the beholder's opinion,
And I, sitting here shall say,
There is no place more beautiful.

To roll around on the grass,
Fresh, lively,
Like a young child,
To relive that innocence..

Peace, calm. refreshing, blowing
Away all troubled memories.
To leave me happy n content.
And falling asleep i know no more..