the blooming again

The mighty Sun blazed its pride, Steam rose from the waters wide. I, barren—no dew, no rain, No tears to shed, just silent pain. Awaiting the hour that brings relief, Longing to shed this cloak of grief. Will no drop fall from the skies? Will the Earth stay dry, hear no cries? Will no tender sprout arise? So I wondered, within silent sighs… Yet hopes began to softly bloom, Time turned tides, dispelling gloom. Though courage wavered, worn and torn, Still, in me, a wish was born— To wear once more a leaf of green, To feel again what life could mean. Dark clouds shimmered into view, Wrapped the sky in a silver hue. With nectar rains, they kissed the ground, Breaking silence with their sound. The wait of ages met its end— A heavenly stream the skies did send. From a drop, a deluge came, Roaring wild, unchained flame. It spoke in thunder, danced in light, Filled my soul with pure delight. New branches reached, wide and free, Sprouts of hope from every tree. Leaves that whispered, “You’ve begun,” Fell as fruit beneath the sun. And now I bloom, once again— From pain, from drought, from silent rain. Alive with joy the storm has spun— I rise renewed, reborn as one…