Rain
Rain refreshes. Rain rewards.
Kills our thirst with liquid swords.
Washes all the dust away,
And bends the light at end of day.
Rain helps soothe us into sleep,
Cleans up the world we’re sworn to keep.
We tend to it, and it to us,
We’re well rewarded for the fuss.
Like magic mushrooms popping up,
Our food shows in the flowing cup,
A horn of plenty, our reward,
And liquid coolness from the gourd.
Rain comes by to cool our brow,
To give a rest from labors now,
While forces sent from up above,
Gently whisper, “Here’s the Love!”
NicknamedBob . . . . . Sept. 24, 2006
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