Of post rain
is nostalgic
Not the rain that sparks fear
Counting up and down before the next thunder bolt
But rather the kind
that calms down intensity
washes away the heat of yesterday
For a fresh new start
A newly harvested garden
of you
Except
It’s not anymore
My grass was greener before
Grew taller than the weeds
My young saplings were being overfed
They gave me
onion seeds.
Wouldn’t that provoke
a flash flood
The vibrancy of my garden was gone
I migrated
Shifted habitats
Along with my companions
Could it have been the only choice
No
Was it inevitable
Yes
The usual misty air
Carved new trails
I had to follow
And not stroll elsewhere
The forecasts were fast
The periods of abrupt and unforeseen
drenched me
i wish i could go back to all i ever knew
but
soaked I saw the sun peak out
Light finally seeped in
And blended in with the past
To create the most magnificent landscapes
Better than Picasso
Droplets were added to the mixture
A different palate everyday
As I marveled at my sight
And heard the chirps that once consoled
I realized
Nostalgia kicked in once again
I adapted
Shifted my guidebook
Bought new tools
Dug streams to remove the excess
I let the path decide
But I planted flowers along the way
And that patience brought back the old
Even though the noises were possibly there
The whole time
Mid July was uncharted
Yet created the chart
The direction
For August
If you mourn the feast
How will you ever savor the aromas
of tomorrow
