Rain

we, who were parched,
are now drenched,
the creek, once reduced to a mere trickle,
roars and rippled over submerged rocks,
sidewalks glisten,
water gathers for an extended conversation
along gutters and roadways.
we are drenched in moisture,
fields are green, grey skies promise
more, we are drenched enough now,
snowpack is high, we thank
you for your abundance, and now
politely and with humility,
we ask for sun.