The Hackberry tree leafed out
when I wasn’t watching.
Seemingly, I looked up
and the tight little green balls
had burst open,
leaves completely unfurled.
Now they drip rain drops.
Rumbling, then cracking thunder
preceded a lovely soaking rain
that has fallen all day.
These are spring rains
that never came last spring.
And this year
they are about six weeks
early.
With a mild winter
and very warm March,
we looked ahead to summer
with trepidation.
But not today.
We are delighted.
Thrilled.
Relieved,
grateful—
ever more deeply.
Doe Creek is running
and filling.
This rain will top off
the big pond
that sat dry for five months
last summer and fall.
The prairie
sighs.