Rain Dance

the gray green frogs that often silently squat as still as bricks and blocks around the pear-shaped garden pond are frisky restless they plop in and out of the weedy water boasting bigly as they billow out many a full-throated croak - a raucous gasconade that both far and near splashes upon the ear they declare a coming of a wetting as bimbo thighed legs akimbo and wagging they swim through cloudy waves of mincing midges - and other madcap bity water-skimmers a sure telling of a drenching with a later drip of rainbow glimmers