rain moment

there is a difference to rain in the woods
not competing with the whir of technology
coloring the background of most days
its language softer

wombed by the poustinia
with its mossy roof
slightly muffling all sound
each word is heard
as this torrent of prose and praise
tumbles from an opened hand in the heavenlies

even in their heavy falling
the words are gentle
in their plummeting
one by one
onto
into
earth

trees
naked in advanced pregnancy
their sacrifice of waiting almost over
bow to its unhurried rhythm

roots dive deeper into wet soil
as tender shoots
dance in delight
of receiving of this rain

birds silent
huddle in wonder

deer
motionless
expectant
watching

the promise yet hidden in the darkened sky
there is a knowing
this is a rain
not unto death
but unto life