It is the smell of renewal, a fresh start
of one’s sins and darkness washed away
by a cool and undiscerning hand
It is the once cracked and dry ground
now filled to the brim, unblemished
made whole again by the weeping heavens
It is flora unfolding with a newfound life,
the roots drinking their fill
beneath the cover of an overcast sky
It is the rhythmic drum against the window
a steady tattoo that aligns with the beat of your heart,
and a promise of a better day to come
Original poem by Maddy Talbert.
Featured image is from GIPHY.