The Bushranger will relate to this...

AFTERNOON RAINS

When the rains came,
the horrors disappeared
ever so briefly... needed relief
from the carnage too near;
the foliage below... the most vivid green;
the view through the gunner's door...
a lingering, ethereal scene,
cleansing grateful nostrils
of the blood and the gore,
the freshness consuming the air
washing away the war.

©Copyright April 4, 2007 by Nancy L. Meek

This poem prompted the response, The Rains Came
©Copyright April 4, 2007 by Colin F. Jones