Night's sound of rain
on roof and skylight
calls back rhythm
on tin-tile-thatch,
on canvas-nylon-wood
on twigs and leaves--
old and new.
Night's sound of rain
calls upon concern
for those who want tomorrow dry,
brings celebration
with those who crave it moist,
brings new and repeat anticipations.
Night's sound of rain anticipates
morning's first step outside,
impossible to remember smells
of vitality and growth
of burstings and birth,
of aging, disrepair, and putrefaction,
of renewal,
and
of perfumes that beauty hides when dry.
Come.
Come.
The hour has come.
Rise up to it!
Night's Sound of Rain
Bob Komives
Bob Komives
Fort Collins © 2017 :: 1710
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