Tide Of Joy [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

It's so surprising and gratifying - the rain always waits
until I'm safe before it falls to earth with wild abandon,
carrying an umbrella is quite superfluous - my lovely
fuchsia coloured brolly is seldom used; this must be

Because my instincts are on par with the water in the
clouds waiting to precipitate, winds blew in opposite
directions just now, meaning there were two contrary
flows - I danced for the rain, singing at the top

Of my voice to express approval for its choice to visit
us this afternoon; Nici ran off complaining about her
mom but I'm unperturbed; at work I feel bad enough
to last me all my simultaneous lifetimes, here at home

I enjoy being free to dance & sing, watching canopies
of trees and the grass turning green, wiping Mufasa's
giant fox terrier feet - the rain's lessening but nothing
can stem the tide of joy in my heart