the green

an inch of rain
falls
in the middle of the night.
the dogs
are quiet.
birds too.
I can hear the stream
now a small river
cascade against the rocks
outside the window.
I can feel
the wind whip through
the old windows.
bang the shutters.
tomorrow the yard
will be full of flowers.
the trees will
magically
go green.
each storm, each heavy
rain
brings us out
of darkness, then into
a new spring.