Rain so heavy it beat craters into the soil
has lasted
a short eternity today
trapping us inside as we wait for the stop.
once the constant tato of the
rain slows,
becomes an irregular heart beat
we emerge, hesitantly
watching the sky warrily as if we anticipate
another downpour.
Instead, we are met by twin bows,
strung with trees, rivers, stark earth
held taut against the sky.
As I watch their mirrored color I wonder,
what giant has used these earth strung bows
to hunt for the moon at mid day?
(Part of the
Theme Challenge)