August Rain

Dirty gray clouds creep across the cerulean sky
A gentle wind, cool in the midsummer morning

An onslaught of thousands of heavy drops
Slanting in the breeze, hitting the earth
With tiny explosions of wetness

The gentle, rhythmic patter
A calming balm for the frantic
Mind and body

The day turns to gentle dusk
The cleansing, freshness of pure
Water fills the air

The rain, nature’s fountain
Clearing away the past
For a renewed today and tomorrow

Dawning Creates