In response to a prompt at The Miss Rumphius Effect.
The model for this poem was Marilyn Singer’s What Water Can Be
(from How to Cross a Pond: poems about water)
Late Spring
Late spring deluge begins
Rain, pelting
Cloudburst whipping rain and wind
Rain falling
Puddles form on vacant land
Rain, shoaling
Small animals seek shelter
Rain, drenching
Rainbows expand across farms
Rain, mellowing
Roots swelling from moisture
Rain, healing
© 2014 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved
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Jone Rush MacCulloch 
The poem has such a good rhythm, Jone, like rain itself. The structure works beautifully, doesn’t it?
Thank you. I am happy with how it turned out.
You capture all of the aspects of rain from the deluge to the healing. I enjoy your poems.
The process of writing this poem was fun. I realized after I started that I needed to rearrange lines as there was a progression of the rain.
Rain catches me. Funny how it’s easier to deal with when snow doesn’t come along. Lots of rain this week but the aromas are life affirming. I’m off into your rain!
Have enjoyed your poems all month. Thank you.
Thank you.
I love how each verb gives a new dimension to rain – which I, having grown up with the monsoons, love.
Thanks. It’s funny how the poem transformed as I wrote it.