dense green leaves wet with rain

I Am Glad of Clouds and Lightning

I am glad of clouds and lightning;
I am glad of rain. I have opened windows
to that scent of sky the rain brings,
to its drip from eaves and leaves.

I have seen grasses lift to live again
because of rain, and tulips open petals
to the rain, and one yellow apple glitter
with raindrops in newfound sun.

I have seen a spider’s web jeweled with frost—
but of she that wove it,
no sign.
I left it for her, but winds tattered it away.