A Poem: Give me the rain

Give me the rain
and the rose petals strewn pink

as showers in season
upon the path.

Give me the rampart jasmine
and the overhanging branches,

baptising us
with their wet crowns.

Too much perfect
is hard on the eyes.

A sky with clouds
making ever changing patterns,

and natures twists and turns
to surprise,

are boons
to keep the heart lifted.

The wild edges
flouting man’s attempts at order,

are both the soul’s breath
and its exhale.

So give me the rain,
and the breezes to disrupt the garden

and its manufactured
peaceful state.

Give me the full blown roses
to catch the wind

and land in random
where nature wills.

The tight buds will hold
for their days in the sun,

but the blooming rose
has no qualms about falling.

As the rain
which cleanses the sky

wetting our heads
as we brush through the foliage.

Yes, too much perfect
is hard on the eyes.

Give me the rain.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2018

‘I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.’
Ezekiel 24:26


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