by Jim Farfaglia
The sky pulls back its curtain
and the world, light again,
Every flower, every greenery,
battered by the rain,
bows to its power.
The oak and the maple,
having gallantly faced the tempest,
raise their arms in jubilation.
Street and roadside streams,
carrying tales of sound and fury,
gather to chatter away while the mourning dove,
who’s survived it all before, circles the world with a calming coo.