Rain
At
Last,
Steady
And
Slow,
To
Perhaps
Coax
My
Lazy
Brown
Grass
To
Grow,
And
Nourish
My
Corner
Of
New
Mexico,
Stuck
For
Months
In
A
Desert
Drought,
With
Scant
Hope
To
Climb
Out.
Now
The
Wind
Has
Changed,
The
Clouds
Have
Rearranged,
And
Sweet
Moisture
Has
Come
To
Call,
In
A
Welcome,
Misty
Fall.