The rain

The rain falls in living streams

hitting the ground in puddles

and soaking into the earth that

takes the life and binds it to

its own in this flow of giving and

taking that ancient served the cause

of life in all it’s wondrous forms.


I sit and watch the droplets fall

and feel the cool of the breeze that

sways the drops this way and that

in their certain path to the soil that

serves the garden and its life and

brings its blessing to all the creatures

rich and poor who need its wet relief.