Lovely rain arrived in the night
bringing gifts for the birds
surprises me waking to wet leaves
shiny streets a cloud-laden sky one
red cardinal perched on the top of
the Queen of Hearts’ head singing
no doubt about the greatness of rain
of Life as he knows it
of True Love babies and hope
of the particularities of this day.
And as the sun peers out from
its cloudy home the trees’ dripping
leaves flash all glitzed up as if for
a gala event the name of which
I cannot know but to which I
most fervently wish to be invited.