like a gift from the heavens
I sit here waiting for the rain singing praises to the gods of the south wind and the north swell I search the cabinet for my liniment and chase away spiders using my boots as their summer home there comes a day never marked on the calendar when suddenly we pass from Fall to Winter easterly dry winds calm the last leaves crunch underfoot fire season is over and the rain comes riding in on a fresh south breeze like a gift from the heavens
