The Day It Rained

That was the day it rained.
She stood, satching the drops
Caress her wrinkled skin.
Perished was her family,
Her books and her garden.
Only she was left,
Outlived all she had loved.
Now she sat in silence.
The rain was warm,
The air moist.
The unbearable dryness was
Becoming green and replenished
As life.
It was enough for her
To descend her steps and
Submerge herself in the thick
Air.
Her step was weak and wobbled,
But never did she falter or
Miss a step.
The rain came steady now,
Like magic.
It dampened her wispy white hair.
She looked behind her at the small
House which she'd loved so dearly,
And had loved in.
Then she looked to
The woods about her,
The narrow dirt drive,
Winding away,
Overgrown and unused.
She inched forward a bit
Further,
To the bench that offered
A seat.
That held
Memories.
She rested upon it,
Sitting slowly.
She turned her face
Up to the sky,
Closed her eyes and
Smiled.
She saw her children,
Her husband and
All whom she had ever
Loved.
And in this she knew,
As sure as
God had brought the rain,
That it was time for her to
Sleep.