A Ode For Ruidoso

An Ode For Ruidoso

From here on the rain will never be the same

The cumulous clouds will loom a bit closer

The towering thunderheads will represent a threat.

Those welcome rainstorms will still quench the earth

The moist air at daybreak still bring a deep breath

The storms will incite an instinctive thrill and some fear

But still yet, they will never be the same.

From here on we will all watch the weather a lot closer

We will see the storms as they move across the sky

And track their every move across the mountains

Waiting and wondering where the rain will fall

Which canyon and hillside will receive the torrents

Where flood or flow will choose to go

With a hope and a prayer that all will be spared.

I watch from my northern hillside, safe above the threat

But ours is a shared angst and a shared thought

For any and all who live in harms way

And the devastation touched us all, if only from afar

Because this place is all of our homes and all of our mountains

And the same thunder reverberates here to the north

As it does to the south of right where I sit today

Carrying the same message of storm and rain

Though far more ominous there than from here.

My prayers go out today for my neighbors and friends

That the rains be soft and gentle as they come to the ground

That the mulch and the seed be moistened and firmed

That the grass and flowers grow thick in the spring

Greening the scorched hillsides and slowing the floods

Restoring all that was lost and bringing new life as it will.

The rain is a mixed blessing and will be for years

But it brings a blessing all the same.