After the Rain

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
– Vivian Greene

“I have always considered the rain to be healing – a blanket – the comfort of a friend.”
– Douglas Coupland

“Give thanks for the rain in your life which waters the flowers of your soul.”
– Jonathan Lockwood Huie

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After The Rain

by Irene Fowler

The refreshing, redolent, restorative rain
Winter, spring, summer or autumnal
Travels through its atmospheric course
Innumerable, fellowshipping, raindrops; united in purpose
Their downward, unstoppable, irreversible trajectory
A testimony to the loyal, dutiful harmony of nature, a salient lesson for humanity.


Rain despises not, nor is biased, favouring all
Impervious to bribes, entreaties or threats
It falls on mountain tops and in deep valleys
In cities, towns, villages, and humble hamlets
Reaching all mankind; universally, merciful and beneficent
A true, resolute, incorruptible ally of planetary life.


Rainstorms, torrents and sunshowers
Descending and tumbling down
Pitter-patters on rooftops
Chinks against window panes
Pelts down on fields and meadows
All calming, melodic, free symphonic performances
A somnolent, rich, medley and blessing.


Tender, innocent children frolic gaily in its glistening, falling magic
Oblivious of the brutal, fickle, fallen world
Young, carefree, giddy lovers, succumb to its beckoning, celestial allure
Growers and planters heed its clarion call
While, fashionistas flaunt avant-garde rainy weather gear
A colour riot of bright, shiny brollies, on full display.


My Fair Lady’s rain in Spain, stays mainly on the plain
Gene Kelly can’t quit singing in Princes’ purple rain
While the Temptations, dolefully, wish it would rain, to hide their tears
Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande, drop a rain hit, in the pandemic panic and pain
Not to be outdone, Madonna croons, I feel it coming/its coming/rain
And the Beatles belt out; if the rain comes, they run and hide their heads, they might as well be dead.


And after the rain; comes the rainbow
God’s covenant and promise to humanity
Confirming His eternal love, goodness and mercies
For a world growing more hellish by the hour
Aided and abetted by sinister, hateful powers
Thank God! For every heavenly downpour, deluge, and shower.


© 2022 by Irene Fowler

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