Inspiration of Rain

My inspiration comes from rain
in spite of love and kisses
that have eerily waned
it seems to rinse away
the pain

The constant tiny crackling
falling and slapping leaves of trees
the sound of water running from
high points on base of trees
gullies of pine needles and leaves

Robins and cowbirds flail their wings
in saturated places pleasure overcomes
they’ve awaited this refreshing rain
amidst the drought of sun baked grasses
the hot and arid days

Corn leaves crumbling in farmers hands
livestock nibbling on what they can
brush and forests burning homes
they’re painting the night sky’s
in crimson and gold

I join the cowbirds and robins
flailing my arms to the sky
I Pray to Tlaloc, the god of rain
please bring your sponge clouds overhead
or the children of earth
will no longer be fed