by Kevin T McEneaney
After hard rain, silence shudders awesome.
Even regular morning birds don’t sing.
One imagines that such silence echoes
like a boulder rolling down a mountain.
Not even mosquitoes or flies are out.
Lawns pearl, glisten with heavy rain droplets….
The ground is soft like a carpet of fur.
Mirror-pools reflect somber, gray, dim light.
Such dawns request sincere tranquility
and an audience for meditation
on the simpler aspects of life’s bustle.
For some, the silence might be disturbing,
yet to inhabit that tranquil aura
one attains peace beyond understanding.