These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Gentle Rain Upon the Earth

Gentle rain upon the earth,
sweetest sound of sodden leaves,
drying plants, they know new birth.
Wilting flora know reprieves.

Fauna in a rain-soaked nest,
sleep or fluff their feathers, pelt.
Life is good as God knows best.
Cool the day from swelt'ring melt.

Pleasured taps of falling drops,
rhythmic rocking off to snooze,
little squirrel skitters, hops
to clean each table, it would choose.

Diamonds hang from every fir.
Bushes glisten verdant hues.
Summer snow through bright light sure.
Smokey Cloud has paid its dues.

Cardinal perches, concert entones,
red to speak in authority.
Regal in its newfound throne.
None may question his dignity.

Hours before the set of day,
we drowsy on the porch do sit.
The new rain in its blest display
provides for man beyond his wit.

Some more may fall 'fore slumber comes.
Such blessed rest as God provides.
He cares for His in greatest sums,
in the shadow of His Wings they hide.
(Psalm 91:1-4)

by Jay O’Toole
on July 22nd, 2025