Poem – The Ballet of a Rainstorm

Beneath the heavens’ weeping gaze,

Droplets descend in a rhythmic maze.

Leaves, a canvas for water’s ballet,

Nature’s symphony, in raindrops’ array.

A fragrance rises, wet foliage’s embrace,

Whispers carried by the wind’s gentle grace.

Life’s vapors ascend, a silent prayer,

New beginnings born in the moistened air.

Soft light, a painter’s delicate stroke,

Evergreen fronds in nature’s cloak.

Frogs emerge, heralds of the rain’s refrain,

A chorus of amphibians, an ancient domain.

In the flickering firelight’s tender glow,

A sanctuary beckons, a haven to know.

Smoke and fog entwine in a mystic dance,

Nature’s alchemy, a fleeting trance.

Wetness and warmth in a delicate waltz,

Contrasts emerge in nature’s exalting vaults.

Love and patience, like whispers in the mist,

A symbiosis, in the rain’s sweet tryst.

~Suzanne Wagner~