Through the darkness I hear the patter of the rains feet.
It stumbles through the trees foliage,
till the ground it will meet.
A sound with no face,
in the darkness can be rhythmic or can roar.
Gently putting me to sleep with its soft notes,
but awakens me when it pours.
The ground welcomes it,
like a dry sponge soaking in.
The trees slurp through long straws,
drawing deep breaths of water in.
the river gets angry.
Throwing punch’s at the bank,
as it heads toward the sea.
© Deon Heemskerk