RAIN
But wait!
The sky is opening.
Rain comes through.
Male rain comes through,
comes down in sheets of water,
pours down in sheets of water
drenching the flames
of the burning tree.
My mother comes running
between the trees.
She is frightened for the sheep
and for me.
I tell her
all things are good.
Lightning did not touch the sheep.
Male rain saved the trees from fire.
Male rain saved us from forest fire.
Now male rain has gone
down into the valley.
Female rain follows
with soft footsteps.
Flowers turn upward
Leaves turn upward
lifting their hands
to catch the gentle rain.
It is good.
The rain is good.
I open my hands
to catch the gentle rain.
