Liquid gold

The rain finally came today a welcome gift of water to fill the emptiness we have felt for so long. I think I saw the blooms of almost deceased flowers raise up to catch the sweet drops savoring everyone as if it was the last. The ground sucked it in like a hoover on a rug choking for more and more until the drains were full and nothing cared, and it kept coming in tremendous force picking up dead branches turning them into speeding boats racing down the streets ending up who knows where? People stood at their open doors watching it pour letting the screens filter out the heavy drops turning them into a cool mist upon their faces. Everything took on a new color and vibrancy that had been missing for so long. The pond at the end of the road filled again meaning happy grandkids could skip stones and chase ducks. My dog kept a sharp lookout through the window licking the falling drops off the wrong side of the glass. A game he would play for as long as the rains kept coming. That un-familiar sound of tires on wet pavement was almost soothing as was the gushing of water down the drain spouts. A simple thing like a heavy rainstorm can mean so much to so many. I’m glad to be a part of it sitting here writing this listening to the liquid gold hit my tin roof......