It's Raining

It's raining.

The parched ground drinks deeply.

Pitter raindrops patter softly

on every surface.

Dry riverbeds flow.

Flowers and trees revive.

Mother Earth is washed clean again.

Like anxious ants, people scurry about

looking for shelter.

The only ones not reveling in God's

musical... not me.

Here I sit.

Quiet, still, listening.

The premature night envelopes me

It's raining.