Gazing At The Amazing
Thor startles me out of slumber
And I’m sheltering under my verandah
Sitting here naked as the day I was born
Gazing at the amazing weeping dawn
Crying a bucket full of raindrops
Spreading sparkles with every wet plop
On the roof I hear a cascade from above
Big puddles are shimmering like leather gloves
Growing into a groundswell of high humidity
Soaking my body in sweaty liquidity
Then softly a caressing breeze cools my skin
While the courtyard garden’s sprouting wings
Nature’s evidence of the night’s heavy rain
And the heaven’s are opening up again
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020

