Prayer After Rain-Poem

by Samuel De Lemos

I’m the hawk gliding low,

I’m the dove cooing

in a field of yellow daisies.

I’m the fresh air after the rain.

The desert rose watered by love.

The smell of a freshly cut lawn.

I’m the tributary carrying

melted mountain snow.

I’m the thunder’s mighty roar.

I’m the pregnant sky about

to release my wine and

make the fertile soil give

birth to wondrous things.