Rain!

the heavens open
to bless the scorched earth,
colours awash
amidst water and dirt;
splashing in puddles
a little child dances,
an old man frowns
to wipe his misty glasses;
a crow darts across
in search of a hearth,
leaves drip and chatter
as rain washes the earth;
my heart longs to fly
to where the earth meets the sky,
to soak in the newness,
and hang old thoughts to dry.