They come as a gentle touch
Or stinging needles
Driven by the wind
A warm embrace
Cutting cold
They gather as puddles
Run like little rivers
Each one a treasure
Filled with hope
The blood of life
They can wash away
They can wash away
The blues of winter
Feed the bounty
Which is nature
When angered wipe away
All in its path
This prize we take for granted
Until it rains no more
Oh, Yes! Through the images and this journey, you give us raindrops. Thank you, it is treasure, indeed.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, rain - and water - is treasure indeed. I look ahead to our summers which, each year, are too hot - hotter than the last - I hope the tree roots drink deeply while they can.
ReplyDeleteWe had serious drought here in CA for years. Years of not much green broken last year by record rain. This year drought threatened again, until March came along. I am so happy for the rain, and I even like riding my bike in a gentle rain.
ReplyDeleteAs a desert-dweller, I know what a precious treasure rain is.
ReplyDeleteLiving in the driest continent on earth, rain has special meaning for Aussies. Rain is magnificent:)
ReplyDeleteWe will definitely suffer when we take for granted such treasure as rainfall. A good reminder. Nice.
ReplyDeleteA stunning description of rain drops: 'a gentle touch / Or stinging needles'.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is awful without rain.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right!!
ReplyDeleteI live in the desert and treasure those drops of rain. Your last line is ominous. Made me think of the threats of climate change.
ReplyDeleteI love where you went with this prompt. Some treasures are too easily overlooked.
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