Renewing
Listen to the tap…tap…tapping; the music of falling rain.
Sky rinses out it’s watering cans; It’s sprinklers are the clouds.
Gaia’s children are thirsty; roots stretch and heartily drink.
Gardeners collect water for the drier days; the children drink.
Rain barrels freshly filled; gardens will flourish; grateful for the rain.
When it’s all over; plant bellies full; time to move on, to the clouds.
All life needs water to replenish itself; happy to oblige, are clouds.
Nothing survives without such refreshment; life needs a drink.
When heavens display a temper; be glad that there’s rain.
Celebrate the rain, when the clouds of life roll in; your spirit needs a drink.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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