Rain offers its own
kind of reverence.
it calls on all creatures
to find shelter —
rest under a canopy
of birch leaves
or sit on a porch.
Up in the mountains,
I sit on faded flower cushions,
atop weathered rattan furniture.
Rain, gentle for now,
dances on flower petals,
coats the beech tree leaves
in glistening moisture.
A swallow darts under
the tall porch eaves,
bringing sustenance
to fledglings.
The hummingbird,
attracted to the articial red feeder,
flits between bee balm
and sugary water.
Birds and frogs take turns
filling the air
with sweet song.
Clouds shroud
the green hill
opposite my sister’s house.
The veil,
lifting occasionally,
reminds us
the world is larger
than the house,
the pond,
the trees.
Carried on a rising breeze,
the rain mixes with the rustle
of Aspen leaves,
adding punctuation
to the choir of birdsong.
On a morning such as this,
there is nothing,
but to marvel.
*Slice of Life writing gives me the steady, fluid practice I need to work on unfinished poem drafts. This poem began at my sister’s mountain house in The Catskills on a summer morning.
A Reading Life 
A prayer of praise!!
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”Carried on a rising breeze,
the rain mixes with the rustle
of Aspen leaves,
adding punctuation
to the choir of birdsong.”
Wow- love this vivid imagery and the fact that you found time to finish this summer memory.
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Your words evoke the peace and calm of this rainy morning. I could feel my body relax as I read through it. This line in your description was one of my favorites.- “Rain, gentle for now,dances on flower petals,coats the beech tree leavesin glistening moisture.” You are praising what others use grumble out. I felt like I was right there with you.
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Just gorgeous imagery. Meditative: “reminds us/the world is larger
than the house/the pond/the trees.” Then to have it rain this evening-I paid extra attention to the clouds, the patter of the rain and the birds in the birdbath!
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