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.
12/9/2020