After the rain…

Still going through my papers. Still finding things which I find interesting.

This poem was written by a very young daughter Susan and dated 2/14/80.
I like it, although I’m sure Susan would write it very differently today.

AFTER THE RAIN

A singular droplet of crystalline water fell upon my brow,
Drawing my face upwards to see if the sky would begin to
Cry in earnest.


The heavenly shower began to pour around me;
Washing away the sins of the world in a sporadic burst of
Innumerable silver amulets.
The horizon was clothed in dismal grey as the relentless
Storm sent the nectar of the clouds crashing to earth in
Wind-blown fury.


My consciousness soon became as drenched and distraught as
The sparrow in the treetop, being thrashed about
By his maker’s own discontentment.
After the clouds had scoured the earth with efficient grace,
They retreated to their mountaintop mansion,
Allowing the sun to once again bathe the earth in brilliant,
Warming rays.


A spectrum of colours danced across the heavens
As the mist evaporated into clear, blue skies,
Reflecting the light of life in it’s entirety,
Radiance and joy were to be found everywhere:
For even in the frail web of the spider,
Translucent, shimmering specks of water gleamed like
Diamonds on a string.


Beauty was granted a chance to show full face
As the world responded to the precious gift the clouds
Had bestowed upon the earth.

*P.S. Don’t be concerned if I don’t post for awhile. I’ll be busy with other things.

16 thoughts on “After the rain…

  1. A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Also, since you mentioned it, I won’t worry if I haven’t heard from you if that’s the case. I will, however, be annoyed that you are probably doing things I should be but just can’t get motivated to do so even though I keep wishing things were so much easier to find or that I didn’t have “so many things I really need to get rid of”. Sigh.

    • Well, since nobody is as ancient as I am, I MUST get rid of some papers so my poor, suffering children don’t have to deal with all of it when they carry me out the door foot first. Chuckle. It IS time for me to be doing this. Cheers, Muriel

  2. Good work, Susan. This is beautiful:
    “A spectrum of colours danced across the heavens
    As the mist evaporated into clear, blue skies,
    Reflecting the light of life in it’s entirety,
    Radiance and joy were to be found everywhere.”

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