Rain

Far beyond the river I can see clouds,

black, roaring, whirling, talking to the hills.

pouring their heart on the Cedar trees.

Through the window

I can see streams

rapid, gushing, swirling,

meeting and separating

puddles and runnels,

drenching dry earth.

The cold misty wind

the earthy wet smell

takes me to the yore

in the yard we danced soaked,

shivered ran around, splashed.

Beyond the street

I can see kids

dancing,singing

in the shower

how much I yearn, but

now it doesn't Rain in my yard.