Exuberant Monsoon
Rain clouds swell and spread.
After a seemingly
endless wait, they
finally launch their
torrents. An umbrella is
worthless against such
pounding, it is
raining from the bottom
and the top of the world
at once.
Streets become rivers,
water pouring,
slashing, hammering.
Instinct says “Run!” but
you might as well walk,
you will be wet through
and through
in seconds.
As the storm subsides
sunset glows and gleams,
we raise our heads
to smell the glory of
the air, to assess
the damage, and see
a world made new.
Published in Canyon Voices, Fall 2025
