Nancy L. Meek

AFTERNOON RAINS

When the rains came,
the horrors disappeared
ever so briefly… needed relief
from the carnage too near;
the foliage below… the most vivid green;
the view through the gunner’s door…
a lingering, ethereal scene,
cleansing grateful nostrils
of the blood and the gore,
the freshness consuming the air
washing away the war.

This poem prompted the response, “The Rain Came” ~ ©Copyright April 4, 2007 by Colin F. Jones