Cloudburst

[this poem was written years ago, but I think it is just right for the Weekend Wordsmith prompt "grass"]



Cloudburst


Blade by blade,
the color of the lawn
changes first from
desolate brown
to desperate green,
raindrops teasing
the tired leaves awake.

As the cloud recedes
the threadbare carpet
shrugs into a more knowing shade
and idly gathers
the cast-off layer
of sallow summer dust.