#Haibun: Rain


-By Linda Lee Lyberg

Rain, when it comes, is a delightful respite.
Washing away the layer of sand from summertime haboobs.

The desert, once the sky releases its tears, looks brighter, fresher.
The intoxicating aroma of blended earth and water filling the air; offering new hope.
Wild horses gallop through the Salt River.
Playful coyotes roll in the cooling mud.
Lusty roadrunners slurp from burgeoning puddles.
Giant cacti swell from the torrent of rain, preserving every drop.
Sated, full, replenished.
And the soul…
Downpour from God’s eyes
Dancing naked in the rain
Cleansing sinful soul.

Linda Lee Lyberg
Bjorn hosts at dVerse today, asking us to write about water in one of its many forms.

17 Comments on “#Haibun: Rain

  1. Great piece, conjured up some great memories. I lived in Africa once and did actually dance in the rain on one occasion after a drought of many months.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Pingback: Haibun: Rain – The Militant Negro™

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: