After The Rain

For The Sunday Muse Prompt #83. Image “After The Rain” by Cyril Rolando

***
I tremble
at the echo of
the booming thunder,
the resounding
of its clap like
the roar of a lion
stirred, a brilliance
incandescent in its majesty
as it splits the night sky
like a warm knife
shears butter.

I have shivered
in the embrace
of a light rain
its fluid fingers,
by persistence finding
their way through
my garments till
they meet my
bare skin.

Where streams
once wrestled
against the heat,
against the dust,
the wind and the
thirsty earth,
a raging river
now reigns.
After the rain
comes surrender,
new life and
breathing again.

5 thoughts on “After The Rain

  1. This is one of your finest A. J. I so love it. One of my favorite lines is, “I tremble
    at the echo of the booming thunder, the resounding of its clap like
    the roar of a lion stirred, a brilliance incandescent in its majesty
    as it splits the night sky like a warm knife shears butter”
    This is amazing imagery!!

    Like

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