Rain Spells

Tiny flying insects
suspended weightless motes
hang in heavy air above lavender.
A sudden rumbling of thunder and
fine rain beats a small tattoo
on the canopy above my head.
Parched Earth sighs her relief as
the last rays of angled sunlight
rake vibrant green leafed bamboo.
A delicate watercolour of sound
washes this singular moment
clarinet, piano, flute & strings
suspended notes cluster in
Summer evening air
like small descriptive insects.

Written in my garden while listening to 'Rain Spells' by Toru Takemitsu on headphones.