In Spring rain I drink deep
through roots that are nurtured
in sediment of family, love and passion —
this is Spring. Sweet rain washes all
new again, and I drink to rejoice —
this is, and it is now. Through a
spray of tears we laugh, we love,
this is Spring, this rain blesses us,
blesses our garden to flower again,
this our insurrection against time and the infinite;
instead, we cherish the brilliant instant,
the moment when we drink deep in Spring rain
and hear each mote of Nature ping,
“Worship this moment, this incredible
moment, let our hearts sing!”