Gerald Fisher

Father Sky is grayAs the new light appears

And the laughter of the birds is still

the clouds shed their tears

and the land drinks of this heavenly dew

puddles replace the dustirresistible temptations for little feet

Turning my face to the sky

and feeling the gentleness of the mist

washing away my caresfilling my heart with happiness

Lifting my spirits like the quenching of the crops

Raising my armsI turn to the four winds

and give thanks for this

gentle…Summer Rain.