The ghosts of
seething hot days
Wither in the
rejuvenating rain.


Dulcet,
sweet as
ripe blackberries.
Kitten soft
the patter on
thirsty ground.
Such is
the greening
of brown July.


How it glitters,
wet, cool and
quenching
in the
pale porch light.


Precious,
this welcome restoring rain.
Like a sparking glass of wine
to the flowers.
Perfumed blooming faces
drinking their fill.


Frolicking
the birds
bathe in
down spout puddles.
Communal bathers
washing away the dust.


A wealth
of refreshing beauty
on this rainy
July evening.