Rain

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This month has been a pouring. Certainly of blessing, but most tangibly, of rain. Last Saturday, seven inches of rain drenched our earth in just a few hours, and my family stared out the windows in wonder. I was reminded of a poem that I wrote about a year ago. There were so many possibilites . . .

Published 5/19/23 Heart of Flesh Literary Journal

https://heartoffleshlit.com/issue-nine/lee-kiblinger/

Rain

Genesis 2:6 - but a mist went up from the earth and watered the whole face of the ground.

You could have dribbled

dew for eternity 

to green its grasslands—


Or wrapped a water canopy

around the wide expanse

and tipped—


Sonant sprinkles might 

have slipped from 

the tongues of angels—


Instead mizzles 

bubbled from the bowels

of earth’s lonely face


Softening, wetting 

the sapped scapes 

of time’s birth—


Until you bid man 

to irrigate your 

wet artistry 

  
And he bowed, thirsty,

to evaporation— 

and a flooded earth.