to the sublunary world.
Micro-messengers, containing memories from an unfathomable time.
Each word, each drop falling down offers unwavering devotion
to the nourishment of all sentient things.
Each thing then extends a prayer of gratitude,
a molecular mantra of mirth and magic to the Mother.
The joyous testimony rings upward to the empyrean beyond
The rhythmic verse begins once more.
Drip drip drop--speaks the rain.
Quench this thirsty land with your poem.