Simple Pleasures...

Today i would search for the Rain Shadow
     the hallowed ground ,
protected from the rain
     but would need to move further south
along the Blue Ridge Mountain range
     to watch as the prevailing warm winds
form clouds that precipitate, then dissipate;
     leaving one side of the mountain dry
Would that i could be at that line
     where the rain stops
and hold out my hand in wonder,
     knowing i can never understand
the spell i would be under,
     that a thing as simple as rain
could make me feel the child again...

Once in Kansas i saw this feat
     in torrential rain i stood
but on the other side of the street
     the grass was dry and the sun did shine
as the warm West Wind met its dusty Southern brother
     and between the two was a rainbow split in two
framed in lighting and thunder...