I heard them falling

Silver drops

Of heaven’s love

That, musically,

Touched windowpane

With symphonies.

***

I heard them calling

Feathered ones

Celebrating

Life renewed.

They danced on

Wings of joy.

***

I heard them singing

Blades of grass

Stretching tall

On roots replenished

Growing green

With gratitude

***

I heard it ringing,

All the earth,

And ran outside

To join the dance

Of cooling peace

And thankfulness.

***

Rain.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2010