27 April 2009

Blessed By Rain


there’s been a change in patterns
weather weaves of late – ‘tho I’m
aware its tapestry is never free
of contradictions signature

it moves in three dimensions more
or less – four when meteorology
and time regresses to a pixelated
point on screen and disappears

no comfort wearing doubt for ears
yet thunder that I hear surmises
rain to end a drought – where joy
returns to faces cruelly stressed

and even when we’re blessed by
tears that fall for free, such eager
tears in parity were bought in pain
a bounty paid that all might share
© 30 December 2008, I. D. Carswell