Deaf to raindrops peppering the water,
Two herons laser onto tadpole snacks.
Tadpoles glimpse the submarine (an otter),
Sublimely unaware of air attacks.
A thunderstorm is manna to the river.
Ambling cows have felt it all before.
“Hear the pitter-pattering?” says the beaver.
Her kittens bicker on a hickory floor.
A doubtful owl opens one eye. His ruling
On raindrop felonies: disturbing sleep.
Grateful snails and slugs begin refueling.
A log-lorn frog finally decides to leap.
Watching the stirring world becomes the humbling,
Magnificent event it’s always been.
Dazzled, I wonder what’s the point in fumbling
With my umbrella. I’ve come home again.
© by J. Patrick Lewis.
Used with the author’s permission.