In celebration of the little but desperately needed rain we had last week in San Diego, CA and in hopes and prayers for much more in our drought stricken state I am posting one of my favorite poems from a few years ago.
Red Rubber Rain Boots
What is a wet world without worship
when the day was not complete without splashing
through the puddles, dodging the water spray of wheels
popping into pot holes that seem to materialize
when the first rain drop hits the ground?
drip down your collar,
wiggly worms without fear squirm all over the sidewalk
squishing under foot. Ugh! Mud
oozing over the walkway onto the patio just right for pie making,
air washed clean intoxicates me.
I long for the red rubber rain boots I had when I was five.