rain
Summer day of rain
The window washer calls to postpone,
I pull on fuzzy socks and wool sweater
Prairie smells spicy and deep
The green is so green, there is nothing greener.
Birds fluff themselves sheltering in the spruce.
I sit and look out at rain with Bob,
Recall a long period of drought
At San Juan Pueblo many years ago.
The Tewa people danced for rain
(So I understood)
At end of first day, right before dinner,
The heavens, as they say, opened up.
Dancers whooped and danced harder welcoming the wet,
Long black hair streaming,
Beautiful traditional clothing soaked,
Before they ran for cars and abode homes.
Here, our big dog George is nervous,
Dislikes thunder and lightening.
Now he calms
Only rain,
Sweet, grey sky, drip of raindrops
Peace all around.