earth sigh
Would you believe i heard the earth sigh? Its a low rumble, not to be mistaken for the bombinating drill of the neighbour's flat repair, or the low whirr of the washing machine in the adjacent room. This is a sound that comes from deep within, (a flat major arpeggio played together, if I am forced to be specific) which trembles almost tentatively, till it finally opens up and allows itself to speak. It rang distinctly at 8.30am this morning, akin to an alarm set on a cheap Motorola phone from the 90's, which didn't have a "snooze" option, implying that the listener had to merely get up and get on with his day. This low baritone rang deep from the earth's core, shaking the mantle, making the hot molten lava swish like a thick smoothie, travelling up to the crust where is reveberated through layers of peat, traversed civilizations buried with time, secrets hidden from human senses, till it cracked open through the dry bed which was parched for rain. It took that first sprinkle to make it open up, tease it. Then, when the rain fell down with conviction, it allowed itself to open up and moan. Earth sigh. A sigh of infinite relief that the rain has come, the roots which were jettisoning the water table now felt confident of an extension of their lease, the stalks bent by the intensity of the downpour hid their shy smiles. Earth sigh is a collective relief that everything, and I mean every little thing, will be better.