The first splash,
a drum crash
on hardpan.
Tin roof hiss,
a slow kiss
that grows
into rushing
percussion.
New voices rise,
warbles and sighs,
from beneath the shelter
of tree ferns–
a chorus begins,
magpie trills
and woodwind,
as sound
to the outback
returns.
Ryan Stone
Another bite at dVerse quadrille #33 – Sound Off!
Nice description of a drought break. I can imagine all these sounds from reading your poem.
Beautiful words and image Ryan, we have had a very dry spring…finally getting some rain. My blog was hacked, here’s my new address:
https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com
Amazingly wonderful picture! That tin roof hiss / slow kiss is is such a marvelous play with words. Rain does indeed bring sound back to a dry land; thank you for voicing that.
We have finally seen the end of a five year drought and now the towns to the south of us are under flood watch as the deep snow in the Sierra Nevada is succumbing to the sudden warm weather. You have used imagery to perfection to describe this.
That photo is mesmerizing in its beauty, Ryan. A ‘slow kiss’ of nature’s renewal. ❤
rushing percussion – wonderfully put… evokes the whole scene of the rain on the tin roof in the vastness…
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