The Sun and the Rain
Jennifer Paige©1994
Darkness looms above the bloom
Dank and hopeless
Unable to blossom
Withering
A
ray or bronze shatters the blackness of night
Illuminating
the darkness
Dismissing
it with insurmountable warmth
Leaving
the sky a harlequin of hues
Cadmium,
pink and violet
The
surrounding fields a burning gold
Reaching
for the sun in gratitude and trust
The
tiny flower stands alone, embraced by the gilt fields
Spotlighted
by a solitary shaft of sunlight
Warm
and wonderful against delicate leaves
The
bud begins to unclose
The
miracle of birth occurs
Day fades into night
But the wildflower fears no more
The Sun would join it again soon
One day the sun began to flicker
The sky was tinted an intriguing purple-gray
The air grew cool and damp
Carrying a scent that calmed the senses of the field
And cooling the parched ground
The purple sky sent down droplets of pure water
From
the first drop felt against the flowers’ soft petals
The
bloom longed for more liquid refreshment
The
Rain quenched a thirst the wildflower never knew it had
The
Rain was long overdue
The
flower was glad it had come
Breaking
the intensity of the burning sun
The
Rain brought cooling breezes
Whispering
forbidden visions to the bloom
Tempting
the flower to comply
“Say
yes and I’ll stay
Forever—“
But what of the Sun?
The wildflower still had loyalty to the element
Who promoted its birth
The Rain was cold and severe at times
The Sun could burn the poor flower to a cinder
If it so desired
The wildflower could hear the Sun
From far away it cooed
“I too could stay
Forever—“
The Rain had only short while left
“Then I must go, and I don’t know if I’ll ever return”
How
could a flower choose between the two?
Consistency
and the unknown?
Without
a decision, the old darkness would return
And
the bloom would surely die
It
could not have them both—one must prevail
The
Sun or the Rain?
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