raindrops
hold the world
and burst
***
Photo: Yucca Bloom, c.b.w. 2016
Those moments right after there rain stops are among my favorite. There’s still that slight tapping of drops falling from where they landed in the trees and broken rays of sun as the clouds clear. Everything is new and clean and beautiful.
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019
C.B. Wentworth 