Poem for the First Rain

The season’s first rain storm,
thankfully light,
Sets off our rain dance.
Rain goddess chuckles, as always, watching:

Getting the season’s firewood into the woodshed,
Bringing down fruit drying on the roof
Figuring out how to dry it in the oven,
Tarping the generator,
Bringing indoors anything else that
shouldn’t get rained on.

Dance done, we shift mental gears:
Season for conserving electricity
Ever mindful when sun will shine on the panels
Long enough to wash clothes.

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