Waiting for the rain I wonder
When the skies will open up and give birth
To bring nourishment to the plant life
That reaches, stretches, begs with its leaves
And I think about the drum beats of the Natives
That used to call the sky spirits to weep
Giving the life force to parched earth
So I watch the passing of the gray clouds
And wish, will, work to bring on the rain
Wondering if, perhaps, I danced for them
If they would release a torrent of droplets
To give my geraniums and grasses a drink.
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