The Rains Finally Came

Up until a few days ago it’s been dry and lifeless around these parts. The wind stirred leaves into a dusty whirlwind. Fall looked parched upon the trees. Vibrant mums faded to brown.

Nature reflected the heart beating inside this body: lifeless, hopeless, parched, longing for a glimpse of beauty.

The rains finally came and vacillated between pounding hard as if it were trying to cleanse the earth and misting like a gentle, spring washing. It was both unpleasant and refreshing.

At times, the tears fell hard and fast, splashing down onto the table. Other times, they glazed over eyeballs, turning the color from gray to green.

The water brought with it cleansing and hope.

Among the brown, droopy mums stands one baby of bright orange, promising more where that came from. Reds and yellows and browns and greens pop from trees like colors in a candy store. The wind has been freed of dragging around the dust.

The heart weighs a little less. Glimmers of hope rise from where thorny burdens held it captive.