so gentle   this rain   not so much

falling as settling   as if 

by invitation   an agreement 

between earth and sky   

the desert covets each drop

so it would seem   by how quickly 

it is secreted   

precious as diamonds to an heiress

how quickly the desert returns

what it receives 

in the form of bouquets    

flowering from thorn and rock alike

it is this give and take which we see  

which we recognize

with awakened senses   and think   

in this moment   at least   we live in glory