Precipitation to Throw Down
written by: Anthony John Ward
You weren’t forecast
Yet here we are
Placing my plans on hold
Confining me to this contemplation
All my good intentions laid to rest
Idling behind this pane
That screens me from the world
Watching the garden go neglected
All my good intentions of deadheading spent blooms
Hanging despondent of passed resplendence
Left unattended
Like those intrusive weeds
That compete and constrict the serenity of my preserve
As negative nimbostratus push out the positive cumulus
Why is that that bad people tend to attain what they want
While the good go without?
As if the world is laid out for them
I guess that’s the lure
And so here you are
Inspissating the soil and replenishing my garden for all your worth
Kicking it into gear so that it will grow and bloom brighter
Than when it was graced by your absence
Good people learn to overcome their wants and appreciate what they have
Leaving the bad people constantly hungry for more
Never satiated nor finding sanctuary
And through our intimacy
I begin to realise that maybe I didn’t want to go out after all
That I’m much happier submitting to being inside
Having time to pause and do nothing
Not needing to be anywhere but here
Planted in my place
Reflecting on the raindrops running down the glass
Pooling and dripping off the leaves
The silence drowned out by the gentle hiss
Embossed by a stratum of static
With the thrum of the rain pelting the roof
All the while looking out at the world
Letting life live out its course
Where I can see the skies clearing over the far hills
Knowing I will soon hear the blackbird’s revitalising song.
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – A Conversation with The Rain
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