downpour

a mere glance of rain

the drops start slow
then strike the window
slantwise
sharp and hard

the pinging soothes
steadies and cheers
her mind can let go
muscles relax—she’s
rocked in the hammock
of the raindrop chant

it brings her home
she drops into
the field and rests
in the life-giving song

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.