After The Rain

Rain by joycegomes

After the rain, water drips from the eaves
Drops, in a row, splatter on the hard ground
Silvery webs of fine mist; the sprays weave
That hang in the air before drifting down

Trying to keep their families intact
Fish struggle in the fast-flowing rivers
Groggy, half-drowned worms and insects attract
Hungry birds from their dry, cosy shelters

Along the sidewalk, newly-formed puddles
Wetting shoes as people weave in and out
Or, you can remove your shoes to paddle
Not just for children but also adults

Thoroughly soaked leaves on bent heavy boughs
With pearls of raindrop hanging from the cusps
If I could get hold of those pearls somehow
Around your wrist, a bracelet I will clasp

Sodden flowers with their weary heads bowed
Shiver in cold as a light wind blows by
But they can heave a sigh of relief now
As dark clouds vanish leaving a clear sky

Note:
As a child, I used to paddle in the puddles after the rain.