Ending things has never been my cup of tea. All of my life, I hated for parties, sleep-overs, and movies to end. I cried at the end of each stage of my children’s lives, although I knew full well those were perfectly healthy normal milestones. I cried on the last day of my just retired from position at the hospital. I should have been skipping and giggling all the way out. But, no, with tear brimmed eyes I turned in my badge to the operator after clocking out, fumbled my belongings out to the car, and felt lonely. Going home to a house full of love and excitement at my being able to turn the page and retire, I was weary from a very long exhausting day, and yes, sad; for an ending, I guess. And here we are at the end of another season. Summer on August 30, is pretty much ending. When most people are hailing the end of seasons, I am clinging to all the ‘but I wanted to do this, or that and time is flying’ clichés.
One thing I have been encouraged to do in retirement is to spend more time writing. Partly because those dears know me and like my writing, and partly because it (my writing) has much improvement to take on, and practice makes perfect, right? I have been overwhelmed with the idea of so much to do, the closing of summer, so many people to see and get to do things with, and taking on part-time positions. Yes, busy people just stay busy, and it’s always going to be that way. So, I have been avoiding the urge to write. Until today. We needed a rain as there had been a small dry spell, and obviously I needed a rain to lubricate my writing hinges. It began to rain as I was in the midst of grading care plans for the students in the obstetrical clinical I have agreed to teach. Soon I found myself moving out onto the front porch swing for a break. Most of the lightning and thunder was over as was the downpour, but the sounds of the tapering off triggered that writer’s need to put it into words.
Phrases to describe the sounds began tripping through my mind and the following poem was the result.
Trickling water sounds through the metal downspout,
Thunder rumbling farther away,
Hissing car tires make that splashy sound,
Drippity drops of nearly stopped rain.
Bold little croak of a nearby toad
and some flying creatures test the air;
The sky is getting lighter, puddles shine wider
Dampness crawls onto the porch to share.
Gently a breeze stirs the water laden trees
And the windchime makes a timid ting-ding.
A constant faint drizzle and a crow calls o’er the way,
A new dong with the ting-a-ding rings.
Blooms bob their heads as tiny drips fall
as if to be nodding adieu.
The freshness remains – an unnamed fragrance –
And the late summer rain has moved through.
May you have a love wrapped ending to your summer, friends, as we look forward to that breathtaking joy we call Autumn. God is so good. Trisha