Heather, my walking partner, was really, really wishing that we get some rain for her gardens today. So, this is for her:
Heather wants the rain to come;
For the ground to be drenched,
For the leaves to sing a muted
city-dwelling forest song
as water cascades and drips
and dribbles to the earth
off their green and slender backs.
For the rain to seep and soak
and expand the rich black dirt
that holds this years plantings
of leeks and onions and chard.
Not to forget the tomatoes
. . . and pumpkins and corn!
So, gather the dark clouds
like an umbrella of hope reversed
and bring on the blessing of rain.
All That Matters 