Spring Rain
Virginia Salter

as night commenced
drip, drip, drop, drop
pitter, patter
plop, plop
drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
pitter, pitter, pitter, pat
rain falling on outside cat,
gently, yet more swiftly now
lovely drink does fall
. . . morning comes
delightful sky, ringed in deep gray blue,
slowly brightens over God-watered land
so sated is each inch of soil
refreshed and clean each plant
enlivened with sweet moisture
to face the day, soon drinking in the sun
with renewed vigor
would that we, each one of us,
be so revived to the hours ahead
from our God-watering of rest

© May 2,  2000