“Waiting for the Rain” Artist Unknown

The smoke from a faraway fire
is hunting on the edge of my garden
In this place the singing birds
are waiting for the rain

I am listening to the lizard
He is reciting his poems
He, too, is awaiting the rain

The grasshopper has stopped his churring
He is listening to the snails
The snails are asking the clouds
to bow their heads and kiss the earth

The dragonfly is saying a prayer
and I think I finally hear
the rumble of rain
on the far horizon

I, too, am waiting
and wondering
how many of my fragile flowers
will be washed away
when the rains return?