Rebirth

The rain rolled across the valley
Cleansing the scorched earth
Like the emotions of summer love
Hot and sporadic
Like bacon grease
Spattering
Waiting for the hungry child
And the coolness of the rain
Tempered, but welcoming
The feverishness
Residing
In a hope for
The annual rebirth
The shadow growing
My thoughts stretching
Tempid
And I witness all the people
Scurrying inside
Grabbing their umbrellas
Keeping God's tears off their crown
But not I
The rain calls to me
I am like a frog
Lying in the hot summer mud
Patiently waiting for the
Return of the rich, deep grass
the flowing brook
the time when I can move
freely
Singing my own song
While the rest of the critters
Hide
Hibernate
Withdraw
Soft and warm inside their huts
While I
I am free