I want to become an
Ambassador for Rain.
Why the bad image?
Birds love rain.
Tweeting through
dry spells for water.
They flutter from leaf
to bud for a sip.
It’s super creative…
feeding tree roots, wild flowers.
Without rain...no blessed
blue lakes, rivers, streams.
Open your eyes. Rain clings
to window panes, miniature globes
of splendor. Listen as pitter
pattering skips over rooftops.
Consider your thirst for
liquid pleasures. Gather up
in green reverie. Dance
barefoot on this emerald earth
joining me in jubilant chorus.
