Finally, it's raining.
Maybe the trees will survive. Maybe the grass will thrive--
At least for a few short weeks
Until winter lulls it into a sighing slumber
I've been watching the steady drops as they plonked polkadots onto the brown driveway
Such a wonderful, prayed-for and hoped-for, gray, dreary day!
My students gaze out the window
Almost reverently
At the rain.
