Rain Song...

The muted light of a rain soaked morning;
Dawn comes stepping lightly,
the hem of her skirt wet and muddy,
leaping over puddles
keeping no reflection
as the droplets of water
scatter the image in ringlets,
little waves in little ponds...
The water bounces,
if you will notice;
one last leap heavenward
in an attempt to get back to Mother Sky
as the steady patter,
the splash and splatter
give a different rythm to the day
The Music of Nature;
the Earth sings,
can you hear the tune?
         08-22-10