rain pours down
a persistent drum
on skylights

as daybreak brightens
no wind, not yet
firethorn is still

the uneven tattoo
a lullaby that soothes—
my heart yawns wide

rain, oh blessed rain!
fill the reservoirs
crown the mountaintops

with yards of snow
spring’s new promise
valley farmers watch

fearful the manna
will slide away again
to water somewhere else

I’m not willing
to worry the future
worn stone in hand

no longer—
a lifetime of that
instead praise what is

syncopated rhythm
on the roof
rain sheets down

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

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