QUIET
on the HP western front
of my Home feed.
It’s roads are empty.
Its resident poets seasoned
with gifts aren't walking with pen canes.
Or driving cars of visions.

Guess they're all
in a different cyber town
OR INSIDE THEIR OWN HOUSE HEARTS.

PERHAPS
after some clouds in mind
bring rains to community,
a rainbow of words will
come and my home town
will be FULL AGAIN.

The rain is here, and coming from the sky
Where else would it come from? My oh my
It freshens the air as nothing else can
It's been doing it forever, or since time began
It arrives in a wonder, surrounded by its clouds
A mode of transportation contained only by the shroud
When you think of rains importance, the wonderment is there
Bringing water where it's needed or flooding with no care
We wouldn't be, without it, this is something, oh so true
We have to love or hate it, depending on which view....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 314