The rains have been falling for at least one hour, as cloudburst and downpour, as sprinkling and shower. We thank them for coming yet beg for reprieve and hope that thunderheads will soon take their leave so that in warm sunshine we once more can bask, can complete and perform our various tasks, that require us leaving our water-tight homes where we have been huddling, cooped up like gnomes. Each raindrop is precious to tree root and plant, without falling waters we know our life can't and will not be fertile or happy or long, wherefore we've composed this short rain-time song: Now fall all ye droplets, now make the land grow, now help us our hurried and rushing ways slow, we thank you for visiting these verdant shores, for washing our mopeds, for doing our chores, for keeping us closely together, indoors, for being the waters that keep us alive, upon you we surf and into you we dive, your life-giving bounty is always welcome but cease with your falling – your duty's now done.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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