Rainy Days

This past winter held fast to chronic dryness. Year’s long trend now. Lengthy enough to reflect a new normal.

Whatever the hell that may be.

Then it rained through much of March. Whole buckets full. Regularly, in downpours.

Previously parched, the happily wooded landscape sucked it right up.

Come second week of April, things were downright soggy.

The forest responded with appropriate glee.

Local rivers and creeks stood at bank full or just beyond. Wetlands did their job.

In my boyhood woods, all that water runs downhill.

Up top, nascent spring thrived.

Down below, vernal pools overflowed.

Bottomland held the excess.

This spring in these woods, long overdue rains finally came.

But what with aberrant conditions now being normal and all…

It turned out the crest was yet to come.