A Silent Pact Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Water wavering slightly at the gentle touch of the wind,
air all around filled with the fragrance of soon to come
rain.

Crickets softly chirping for all to hide away until the
storm is over.

Lightly touching the skies in their wayward journeys,
clouds whisk playfully by.

Touching gently on the sight of people looking up, sweet
nature sums up all creation in a nighttime storm of total
beauty.

A silent pact between God and man, rain falling down,
blessing prayerfully, the earth.