We Always Need the Rain

Drunk with the storm

The trees

Full of green

Bend and sway in the wind

As if choreographed by Twyla Tharp

Soft then sharp

The leaves make jazz hands

Connected then separate then connected

Partners then soloists then partners again

Birds take shelter

Puffed out balls of feathers 

In the broken flower pots

That sit in the corner of the back porch

The birdfeeder is empty

Rain water rattles through the gutters

Unheard by the sullen birds

A voice says, "We need the rain"

We always need the rain

It gives the trees a chance to dance