Distant thunder rumbling,
Approaching, ominous and foreboding,
Rain falling, wave after wave.
On such a morning
Some would call this
Not a good day.
But others, myself included,
Would, on reflection, choose to believe,
“This is a way the sun also shines,”
Lifting with celestial love
From its beloved child, the Earth,
That other essential of
The miracle of creation, somehow
Perfectly, wonderfully placed in space,
And I, with cupped hands
Thankfully, hopefully,
Accept a blessing from the rain,
Bathing face and body, lifting the spirit.
And if this day should bring good news
That you, beloved child,
Are no longer in peril,
Then surely this is the best of days,
Absolute, the sun and all the stars –
And on Earth, trumpets of thunder –
Rejoicing, the triumph of a new day.
Finding Hope Ness 
Beautiful
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Thank you, Reinekke.
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Beautiful !
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Thank you, Susan.
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Before I saw it coming that lightening bolt of emotion in those last few lines left me reeling, with stinging eyes and tight throat. I absolutely love this poem.
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High praise indeed, Gail. The second reference to “beloved child’ could be anyone who happens to be ‘in peril,’ or all of us, or the Earth itself again, I realized afterwards. Your comment, or should I say your experience, speaks powerfully to that. At the time of writing it was a personal reference.
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I enjoyed reading this poem. Very inspirational and uplifting.
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Thank you so much Susan. I hope I made Dad smile.
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Very evocative. Very lovely.
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Thank you for your comment. High praise indeed.
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