It rained.
It rained upon the mature tree that lives along the river's edge.
A defiant tree that grows against the wind's best.

It rained.
It rained upon the mature man walking his young prancy pup from garbage can to garbage can.
Empty bags to start,
but at the end,
2 full bags in hand.

It rained.
It rained upon my 94 Sierra pick up truck that faces the fog stricken river.
Rain drops glance methodically off of my windshield and at the moment, my shelter giver.

It rained.
It rained so worms would come from hiding and wiggle along the ground.
Wiggling worms that are snatched up by 6am birds with nary a sound.

It rained.
It rained to replenish this paradise and to quench a thirst that never wanes.
A thirst for plush greens that can be admired from every windowpane.

It rained.
It rained on me as I toil and persevere to provide.
It rained and muddied me, a man that puts his pride aside.

It rained.
It rained again this day.
It rained without apology.

written by me... ..