Each Day

and the rain begins

and the rain begins

a soft blanket of dots

a dance

over deep meadow

the only sound, this night

listen...

a gentle hissing

whisper of water

cooling nose and brow

brushes on drumheads

tiptoe of mandolin

now the standup bass

bring on the marimbas

a chorus rising

comes a symphony

soul of all life

from above

First published in Peacock Journal