Front Porch Review
Rain is song, each drop ‒ a note,
playing the keyboard of memory,
come listen as it fortes to torrential,
then softens to relief.
But do not stay in the past ‒
look out the window, watch and hear its musicality.
See it washing the parked cars in front of the house,
puddling up on the sidewalk, splashing as it hits. Watch
its cleansing, forgiving nature ‒ how it nurses the ground,
bringing green to the grass, leaves to the trees.
Hear it sing. Sing with it. Feel new.
Contemplate its culmination saturating this countryside.
Hear its song come down all over the world.
Listen while its end beat fades out
on the windowpane.
Take one last look ‒
and see its bow
arching to the ends of the earth,
Judy Lorenzen was born the sixth of seven little Greek girls, and loving words and never getting a word in edgewise with all of those wonderful sisters, became a poet, writer, and an English teacher. She married her childhood sweetheart, had two sons, and has enjoyed the vast beauty of the Great Plains and all of creation every day of her life.