On the front porch, rain slants in
through trellis, ivy, and rosebush,
spatters my face with cold drops.
Listening to a growing breeze
taunt the wind-chimes,
I’m almost happy, for a change.
Music of varied tones;
orchestrated air –
blowing from the canyon
with spring-sweet scents.
The dogs caper in newly mowed grass,
ensuring green paws for days.
They let the rain soak them,
look up at grey sky – as if giving thanks
for this bounty. Watching,
I wonder if dogs feel it too –
the peaceful heart of our world.