In the quiet applause
of falling rain
I wake too slow
to hurry the houseplants out
to rinse the leaves clean.
Indoors and dull with dust
but wet earth
enlivens the green pulse
that pulls us
out the door, barefoot
beneath dripping trees.
In the quiet applause
of falling rain
I wake too slow
to hurry the houseplants out
to rinse the leaves clean.
Indoors and dull with dust
but wet earth
enlivens the green pulse
that pulls us
out the door, barefoot
beneath dripping trees.
I like the rain but am sad for the dry dusty plants
The poor plants! Only the human gets rinsed.