The Promise of Rain
By John Herlihy
The promise of rain lies expectant in the heart;
In the clouds of the mind a wave to break apart.
A life parched, dry, expectations there on borrow;
In the cracks and crevices lies a lingering sorrow.
The road rough and crooked, seeking a straight line,
Winding through hills and valleys impervious to time.
The cloud shadows of summer seem heavy and dark;
The day awaits the coming of rain as does the lark.
The air itself seems filled with hope and plenitude.
When the rains come, they bring an air of certitude.
For now, the promise lingers in the sightless wind,
That blows thru the graceful trees its limbs to bend.
In its own good time, the wind will bring abundant rain;
The blessing will wash over my soul and relieve its pain.
Love ya!
Jane
However, you have penned here a very inspiring metaphoric poem about the expectancy of rain that would lubricate the dried, cracked road that you have traveled to ease the pain in your heart. This poem is uniquely yours and your feelings are well-expressed.
Sandie
Ron