The Rainburst Garden

What a sight! A garden that a
cloudburst has left behind,
drenched its foliage, bedraggled
and downcast from the sheer,
unrelenting weight of the downpour
under a leaden sky whose clouds
the great master gardener tipped
over the landscape, merely plays
a teasing game, as though quite
overwhelmed by the fountain
from above. Soon enough, the
soaking reveals depths of colour
tones, scintillatingly brilliant,
the envy of any painterly muse,
glowing in the intensity of a
palette known only to Nature,
flower petals brimming with
sparkling liquid jewels, exquisite
rivulets of silver like mercury
trailing foliage, to sink finally
into the thirsty soil, the landscape
of the brimming, textured garden
radiant with expectation the sun
will soon emerge, complemented
sublimely by a robin pealing joy.