Catching Rainwater
Southern storms stalk southern horizons
The grey clouds creep
Casting dark shadows on steamy earth
And their voices cry "Rain!"
A child of eight hears the echo
The loud thunderous boom
She runs to the screened porch
With plastic cup
Her goal is to catch the rain
Capture large, wet raindrops
Study them with curious blue eyes
And return them to earth.
Looking back it seems such a silly goal
A childish game for a summer afternoon
Yet today when the thunder beckons
I long to run to run outside
With plastic cup in hand
And capture raindrops
Study them with curious blue eyes
And pour them into glistening blades of grass.