Remorse Relieved poem.

REMORSE RELIEVED

She sits on the tree swing
waiting for rain.
Her toes rearrange stale leaves
and push dry grass into exhausted soil.
Thirst grows as green withers
in a pool of speckled sun.

While suspended in rhythm,
a massive canopy rustles
with a light pattering
that cannot touch her.
Thick limbs and foliage
delay a saving relief.

A rush of sky water
falls, pouring from
leaf to limb, down the swing's rope
and onto her waiting fevered heart.
Her toes squeak wet grass
and push deep into cool mud.

She looks up,
and drinks in torrents.
Heaven's bath
fills her eyes
and replaces hot tears
with worth and favor.

Janet Brice Parker, 2003