Desert Rain

by Irene Daniel

Standing on my beloved
     desert floor

Clouds of gray and white
     intermingle with blue sky beyond

Blue and purple mountains
     holding centuries of secrets

The Superstitions
Apache Leap
They have stories to tell

I can hear them
    if I listen carefully
    intensely and truly

A gentle rain begins
Drop by luscious drop

I am still

I smell the earth
I hear the wind
     that gently graces
     chimes nearby

And I hear each raindrop
     fall upon my beloved
     desert floor

Deafeningly sweet sound
Unspeakable beauty



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