Transformation

In dizzying rounds rain goes up and down; see the heat of the day steamroll the lawn. Mist ascends; then back again, dew rebounds; to bathe the leaves, kiss the breeze, rain fawns. A lawn moss green down by the stream at dawn is frosted with a sprite haze of frail fog. Born of goosebump nights are damp morns, where water falls translucent in the bog. With a sizzling sound the rain dropped adorns the lilies in the bog on rheumy morns. On mountains high the rain falls white disguised as snow; sun turns snow to ice, down it goes. In dizzy rounds rain pounds, the sun complies and all this a high power has composed. Water disguised is a gift that God's composed.