Rain
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.