There is something contemplative about rain-clouds
Dark and solemn they rest on an invisible hierarchy
Though visible by day, at night they merge
Into the everlasting vastness of a deeper universe.
With flash and rumble they stand
Nature’s band, a cellist’s thrumming melody
Yet, more beautiful are the silent symphonies
The wild and vibrant heart of an elemental orchestra.
It howls, it whips, it builds, it strikes
The playful wind that heralds it’s path
Neither wisp of cloud nor tumbling bush
Remain where they were at journey’s start.
For all its loud, wide bluster though
The first raindrop but gently falls
It’s silence a contrast against the sound and show
Though it’s siblings follow with clamoring calls.
‘Tween cloud and earth these raindrops fall
Each seeded from the vast gray above
Those silent Masters of the Skies
Give generously where’er manan would.
© Ruth P. – 2016
No part of this work may be reproduced.