of Flowers and Rain

The dark skies pulled the light from the horizon and a heaviness made its way to us. We felt the trees move in their tops and they dressed us in the white flower petals of the crepe myrtle blossoms…

The skies were upon us in a rush... the trees released their lace under the weight of the downpour. The driveway was awash with rain and white flowers… trained into a track of moving waters.

We sat on the porch and listened and we inhaled the mist of water from the rooftop… the driveway spilled onto the sidewalk and ankle high water fought against the border grass.

And we waited for the calm…

                                                           

                                                            Shannon R Killman