Rain Song

The rain plops “hello” kisses on my head.
She fills the dusty gutters by the street
and mixes watercolors out of mud
so I can paint the sidewalks with my feet.

The rain draws out a different set of friends—
slow-creeping snails that glide on silver slime,
fat frogs that burp and hiccup on the pond,
and wriggly worms that twist and twirl in time.

The rain pours thirsty plants a cold, sweet drink.
Pink roses color up in pure relief.
Young apple trees stretch branches to the brink
to catch a taste with every upturned leaf.

The rain is done—she’s scrubbed the sparkling sky
and washed us all from head to wrinkly toe.
At last, she frees the sun to warm us dry
and wrap us in a multi-colored bow.









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http://apoetinzion.blogspot.com, 3/23/12
UTSPS 2012, cat. 37, 1st place, cash award