I like to see the rain drops after the rain.
Find just the right tree, and they hang there like glistening jewels.
Sometimes it’s the way they decorate a bush like tiny ornaments.
Or on a window pane how they line up all in a row.
And of course, it’s a real find to see a single drop poised on the turning edge of a leaf.
I like to see how they gather together on broad cabbage leaves that are dusty, blue green.
Or how they bead up on the hood of a car.
The sun seems to find them easily and shine through them, as if to say, “Here, the rain still lives.”
And puddles ask children to jump in them with two feet.
The air smells clean and fresh.
The rain leaves many gifts.