RAIN LESSON

Red geraniums
In an old white tub
Dance in the wind

My ancient grandmother
Takes me by the hand
And walks me to the barn

We watch my big sister
Feed oats to the horses

Grandma picks red ripe tomatoes
Out of a bushel basket in the feed room

We head back to the house

A storm is moving in from the west
My tiny eyes watch the wind in the old Elms
“What’s happening, Grandma?”

“It’s just the Lord getting ready to water the world, boy”