After The First Rainfall: A Verdant Ode

Upon the canvas of nature's hand,

A masterpiece unfolds, so grand,

As raindrops kiss the thirsty earth,

A symphony of rebirth.

The sun bids farewell to cloudy shroud,

Emerald blades, a verdant crowd,

Glistening jewels on every leaf,

Nature's art, a sweet relief.

From arid lands, a fragrant mist,

With life's elixir, they are kissed,

And barren fields transform their hue,

Into a sea of vibrant view.

The scent of earth, so freshly damp,

Invokes a joyous, carefree tramp,

Through meadows lush, with colors bright,

An artist's palette of delight.

Each petal wears a diamond bead,

The nectar's dance, a gentle creed,

A chorus of the feathered throng,

An orchestra of nature's song.

The trees stretch tall with emerald glee,

A dance of life, so wild and free,

With leaves that whisper in the breeze,

A lullaby to put hearts at ease.

The butterflies, a vibrant fleet,

With wings of grace, they gently greet,

As they flutter by, a wondrous sight,

Painting the air with colors bright.

Beneath the arch of azure skies,

Where nature's beauty never dies,

A paradise of greenery,

A living, breathing tapestry.

So let us cherish this precious sight,

The aftermath of rain's delight,

For in this scene, we find our place,

Amidst the green, a world of grace.