COOLING JOYOUS SUMMER RAIN

The cool rain water splashed haphazardly about
on my kitchen floor from the door left open
during the passing summer rain, tickles
the bottom of my bare feet with delicious
delight, sending a chill of wonder and joy
up my spine and throughout my body as I
gingerly step through my back door, the
portal to the world, the egress to the divine,
to the paradise that is my backyard.

The karley rose, the quaking grasses, and irises
are all bent over bowing to the power of the storm,
the rain, and the hand of god like so
many parishioners on bended knee giving
thanks for the refreshing soul affirming life
fulfilling rain.

Droplets of water cover everything as if to
bejewel the world, looking like so many
thousands of diamonds as the sun breaks
through the clouds sparkling off the droplets
if only for a moment or two.

My toes exalt at the first touch of the slippery
cool wet grass.

Like Whitman I too wish to grow from the grass I
love, and the hostas I love, coneflowers,
black-eyed Susans , daisies I love, irises,
tulips and dianthus I love, and maple trees
and dwarf Alberta spruce I love, wondrous,
divinely beautiful, in the garden I created to
celebrate him long past, celebrate his life,
my life, celebrate god, existence and nature itself!
I feel reinvigorated as the sunlight wraps me in
its warm tender embrace.

Visions of god fill my mind with the wonders
of his creations, and he invites me to breathe
it all in, to make it a part of my soul!