Rain is alive. Rain is life.
We living things, all of us,
are water droplets. 
Consciousness is a form of 
water. We are
children of the morning dew.

Vapor rising from the sea
clouds of vapor 
drifting toward land.
Listen to the rain drench
the suffering city streets. 
Listen to the dew.
Raindrops in a summer 
shower, bouncing on roofs
swirling down storm drains
hovering on eyelashes
dripping down chestnut leaves
seeping into meadows
flowing through soil.
Snowflakes drifting through 
cumulus clouds, floating 
into children’s faces,
blowing against tree trunks, 
piling into drifts,
perfect unique crystals
coating star maple branches
rabbit burrows, cranberry bogs.
Listen to the snow cover the hills.
Listen to the clouds.
Listen to the waterfalls.
Listen to the waves
endlessly splashing.

Water droplets underground 
flood along the watershed
gather into currents
surface again 
mountain springs of purity
trickle around pebbles
leaping brooks
babbling over frogs
flowing past tongues of turtles
splashing streams meandering 
around ox bows
funneling into whirlpools
eddying in gentle swells
surging into great rivers
crashing against rocks.

We are vapor 
we are clouds
we are rain
we are all snowflakes. 
we are dew
we are rivers flowing together
into the ocean, our mother, 
and she is us too.

Then why do military drones keep 
striking wedding parties of snowflakes? 
Why do clouds still cry themselves 
to sleep at night from cold and hunger, 
while warehouses are packed with 
clothes and food? Then why are two 
million American raindrops still in 
prison? Why are we poisoning the 
children of the morning dew?