Through twisted, rough bark trunks a curtain of rain falls.

Life-giving source, just across the way, drenching grasses green with life.

Teasing me, I ask politely, Please come. The flowers are thirsty.

It dances just over the fence as sunlight sparkles through it.

I’ll sing and play my flute for you. Finally a drop splats nearby.

Then another and another so I play louder and faster, my fingers dancing now.

I hear joyous laughter of flowers deliriously drunk on moisture.

The leafy plants sing, rejoicing in gratitude for life-giving, blessed water.

Buddy watches from the porch, grateful his dog fur is dry.

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