RAINDROPS

Cascading sparkling pristine drops
Reflecting ambient light in sheets
So pure and crystalline they fall
Replenishing a garden’s soil

As merry children puddle splash
And pat to life mud pies and cakes
Big brother’s wriggling worm he’ll use
To impishly tease baby sis

While desert harsh aridity
Receives bright drops on drought dried cracks
For desicated plants new life
Mid annual vibrant cactus blooms

High desert’s monsoon rains release
Flash floods endangering low plains
Torrential coastal mountain’s spate
Soon downstream smashes bridges, homes

Conversely brightly sunlit drops
So welcome in my flower patch
In arid lands, in other climes
Will chaos bring, as well new life.

Barbara Grace Lake

I grew up during the Great Depression and World War II, joined the WACs at age 18, later married, had 5 children, divorced, and worked in law offices for over 25 years, all the while writing a bit of poetry. I had a short but successful career writing articles for magazines and newspapers, but became tired of constantly trying to impress yet another editor. I've now gone back to my first love, poetry. And that, my friends, is mostly what you will find on my blog, "Poetry and Other Crimes." I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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