Thoughts on the First Rain of the Season

Deborah Beach Giordano
© October 16, 2011

The rain
and the sunshine
fall upon the evil
and the good,
the fair and the foul,

on man and beast,
fish and fowl,
on land and sea,
on frogs
and philodendrons

alike,
the same event
but different
depending
who you are.

In the rainstorm
fish and frogs rejoice,
while ducks and geese remain
unconcerned by the water
that rolls off their backs;

doves take shelter
amid the trees,
squinting at the sky,
and ants find sanctuary
in their underground estates,

Nature cares for its own
as God intended;
the lilies of the field
survive the deluge
and live to rise again.

Everywhere
it is not the same;
toothless vets shiver under
wet blankets
beneath freeway overpasses,

grandmothers tremble
in icy apartments,
saving half their medicine
to cover the cost
of coffee at Dennys

there
where it is always warm
they find comfort
and the company
of kindred souls;

the rich
watch
the storm
carelessly; untouched,
safe and dry.

The rain falls upon the good
and the wicked
equally
but the effects
are not the same.

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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