Waiting for days
everyone waits,
patiently
or impatiently
everything is waiting
farmers, gardeners, workers
crops, lawns, gardens,
Finally.
First, I shiver, just a bit —
it is just a bit cooler.
The sun has nodded off,
the clouds no longer white puff balls.
Something is different.
On the edge of something.
Walking from the garden to the house
there had been nothing to harvest
even weeds are wilting.
hot afternoons, — how many in a row?
The first drops are too strange to recognize.
My mind is on a pasta salad,
without peppers. tomatoes, green onions.
OH!
I finally feel the distinct wet spot
on my bare arm.
Unsure, unfamiliar,
I have to double check
Is that brown ground truly speckled?
YES! Thank you, Lord!
by Nancy Ann Smith, Poetry Marathon, June 25, 2022
Oh, yes, I know this feeling all too well! This is a reality, but also a beautiful metaphor of waiting and receiving just when least expecting (thinking about salad – funny!), and then the initial disbelief – because, how many other times has there been that letdown? Nicely rendered here, the role of human and nature, and how we really do not have control over this. A subtle reminder of the forces of nature and our place in it.
Thank you for looking at it and giving meaningful commentary on it. I am glad you liked it. I hope you enjoyed that first prompt as much as I did.