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 
Ah, my friend. Thank you. I hope it works. And if it doesn’t, oh well, it was worth the beautiful words. Brought a smile and a few tears.
Well thank you for inspiring me to write it. Sorry, though the rain never came!
What a pleasant poem…and I loved the line ” dribbles to the earth
off their green and slender backs”…what a fine image that creates.
Thank you for the kind words — I liked that line too, it just felt good writing it.
What a lovely poem.
Granny lights up her cauldron.
Sending some our rain to you.
We have had ENOUGH!!!!
Thanks Granny — hope things improve your way.
Still FREEZING here….just popped in to say I loved your comment on Cindy’s post…so very honest.
thank you, I really enjoy her blog — she’s got very interesting and wonderful things to say.
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful poem, I am so sorry Heather didn’t get her rain.
Sigh — we’re still waiting.