At last, rain has fallen over the past couple of days; not a lot of it but still, it is a relief. Apparently, that will be it for a while though. Not long ago, I learned a new word, "petrichor." It refers to the scent of rain on the land after a long dry spell. I believe there is a women's perfume named after it.
THE BLESSINGS OF WONDERFUL, LIFE-GIVING RAIN! HOW WE DO 'NEED' HIS WATERS, WHICH CAUSES US...THE WHOLE EARTH FOR THE MATTER...TO DO MARVELOUS THINGS IN APPRECIATION OF IT! LOVED THIS WORK, I COULD ALMOST FEEL, TASTE, SMELL...THE RAIN.THANKS FOR SHARING, REGIS. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE* HIS INSPIRATIONS
Hope you get more rain, badly needed where you live, We had more inches than we need here in PA today = was a very dreary day. Now a foggy night, makes me wonder!
Beautiful in sentiment and expression, Regis! Thanks for such wonderful diction - sere and petrichor especially. Whatever you call it, that scent of rain on parched land is one of the sweetest in all the world; it makes something almost primeival rise within us. xx
I love that rain smell it is delicious! So glad you finally got some relief up north - we are having a crazy heat wave down here. ? fifth line - "so sere" ?? I didn't understand that. Lovely poetic capture of the experience.
As the rain carressed the parched lips of summer
Cracked earth enliven, pulsating life back to the surface
Reanimating what was once brown and dull
As the dark heavens painted the whole land
Bringing back the flowers' radiant colors
Filling the tress with green leaves
Tickling the wind with the sweet smell of petrichor
Freeing everyone from the apathy of drought
Lovely poem, mr. Regis as always.. You never fail to deliver good lines.. Thank you for sharing.. :)
You speak of the age-old problem of feast and famine brought on by the seasons and the fickle rain.
After a 100 year flood event back in June, we've had nary a drop since. Anxiously waiting a tropical depression or storm to quench our thirst. For much of Texas, the drought is over, but it may return quickly if we do not get rain by the fall.
Love the imagery here, Regis. "I hear the soil sigh"...terrific! Am a big fan of rain. Have always preferred weather over climate. Bright blue sunny skies day after day drive me batty!
Regis, I love your poem. I was immediately reminded of an old Townes Van Zandt song lytic, from 'A Summer Thursday' that proclaims, " So like a summer Thursday I cry for rain to come and turn the ground to green again ". Your poem has the same haunting plea to the heavens for earth quenching rain to save the flora. Thank you I enjoyed this poem very much. May peace and love be forever with you my friend. Jon Michael
Dry is pretty much the norm here except for monsoon season when we get a spit of rain to dirty our cars before the clouds depart. A lot of times, I can smell the rain but it evaporates before it gets to the ground. I am glad you got a bit of relief.
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Deborah
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Sandie
Lucky you had a camera. (Or did luck have anything to do with it?)
Thank you
Chris
It's been so lone so sere"
Oh yes, Ron, let's pray for more!
Well said, well done!
Cracked earth enliven, pulsating life back to the surface
Reanimating what was once brown and dull
As the dark heavens painted the whole land
Bringing back the flowers' radiant colors
Filling the tress with green leaves
Tickling the wind with the sweet smell of petrichor
Freeing everyone from the apathy of drought
Lovely poem, mr. Regis as always.. You never fail to deliver good lines.. Thank you for sharing.. :)
After a 100 year flood event back in June, we've had nary a drop since. Anxiously waiting a tropical depression or storm to quench our thirst. For much of Texas, the drought is over, but it may return quickly if we do not get rain by the fall.
Ron
Rx
Sacred raindrops seem to hiss and sizzle with
a song and a prayer for more in barefoot wonders
of a downpour.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane