AHH, THE RAIN… by Shelley J. Evans …the mellifluous sound of raindrops splatting onto ground and falling softly down; forming puddles all around; pellets pounding in the street. So rare is rain, it’s quite a treat! The grass and fields are turning green. Before long wildflowers will be seen in vivid colors like aquamarine, violet, yellow, red, tangerine. In spite and because of this rainy day, even superbloom memories take my breath away! Oh, the smell of rain is indescribable… Fresh, clean, unbelievable; an absolute delight to inhale, it makes my lungs feel clear and well. Dropping from heaven, it’s simply divine. I like to call it liquid sunshine!
Named after poet Percy Shelley, nature inspires Shelley Evans; several poems are published, and she’ll publish a book soon. Shelley’s a wife, mother, secretary, WOK member, participates in open mic nights at Dagnys, CSUB’s poetry readings, and has entered poetry in the Kern County Fair. Rhyming is breathing to Shelley.
Yes I can smell the fresh rain, reading this!