The Rain

 

Parched lands, and torrid heat. 

The arid ground has been devoid of life for an eternity.

The only thing left is distant and damaged memories. 

Scorched trees and dead river beds.

 

The remnants left, scarcely tell the story of what used to be 

but there hardly seems a point in reminiscing, 

for this is all there will seem to be.

The sun is deafening, the heat blinding, and the air boiling. 

 

This harsh reality appears it will be everlasting and it's finally time to submit

when suddenly a strange new ethereal scent is carried in on a burning breeze.

Just ignore it; a false hope is all it must be. 

But it persists none the less.

 

The sky darkens, the sun fades, and the heat dissipates, 

and as the ephemeral aroma fills the air the world seems to stop

Something is happing, something long ago distantly familiar,

and when the moment can narrowly exists in this world anymore, 

release is given.

 

The sky opens ever so softly nearly whispering. 

Pit pat, pit-pat. 

exactly as it should be.

Quieter than the silence the rain falls. 

The seemingly sun-baked granite ground melts

and the starved rivers begin to run

 

The whisper turns to a roar and the sky all but ruptures 

forcing away the heat of yesterday, washing it all away.

The promise of new life falls from the heavens, the lightning screams. 

Yesterday is over and a new life begins. 

Yesterday is over and the Rain is the reason.

by Robert Postgate

 

The Forgotten Land

 

It’s too pitiful to see such beauty wasted,

vibrant green hues fall into disrepair

as if our Lord has forsaken its own kin

 

The promise that such a land could bring,

forgotten and lost to the world pains,

destroyed by poison and greed

 

Hellish steam sprouts from the ground,

swirls of smoke chokes what life is left

leaving a barren and cracked shamble

 

To once again bring an abandoned place

a glimpse of what was meant to be,

a bountiful respite is an honorable delight

 

At first, simple tears fall from the gathered gray

spraying the dirt just enough to bring notice,

giving what appears as a question of hope

 

The chorus in the background banging true

as the Gods light shines down in glimpses,

a picture of a more powerful being

 

With time and patience, rivers begin to flow,

the greenery once more spings into bloom,

replenished are the roots of the soil

 

True love is breathed back into existence,

the color brought back into a tortured life,

the droplets ending what was nightmarish dreams

 

So ends such a sadden tales of earth’s hell

and opened is a story of the rain’s new love

a land that beauty spoke true of

 

by Dominique Lucas

 

These are the poem written by both me and my soon to be husband. He is my inspiration, my muse, my everything.