Poetry Corner:

Raindrops on Rooftops

Then, it began to rain.
And I thanked the replaced roof,
The materials, the laborers, the sun.
And I discovered the gift of work that is done. And work that is done methodically,
Without skipping steps,
Without much shade or rest,
Just enough.
Then, I thanked the rain for the reminder.
For the savings on the water bill
and the water shed she sought to fill,
for the lessons in free fall and dripping and spill. And for beauty and brevity, volume, velocity – 20 miles per hour to be precise
depending on the raindrop’s shape and size.
And I wondered, then,
what else might benefit from acknowledgment?

~Jenny Baxley Lee / Community Member