catapult magazine

Joy like rain

by Alice Hattendorf

Joy like rain falls
Runs like tears
like rain unexpected

Sun shining
No clouds

Soul wonders

Arid land absorbs
Welcomes rain like joy falls

Rain scent
Deep breath
Face lifted
Arms spread
Get wet

Creek beds flow
Jig-sawed ground disappears
Small hands for weeks picked apart its pieces
Crumbling dirt sifting like powder through fingers

Frogs, worms, up from ground

drink
soak
wet
replenish
play

Let it rain
Welcome change

Joy like rain falls