The greening of rain

as much as sky chooses to converse
in many varied moods
it is the steady rhythm of rain
that puddles and splashes
over petals and birdbaths
that beckons me

into a summer meadow
fragrant with honeysuckle
rolling off leaves almost full this sky
beguiles and flirts with moist lashes
seductive chords weaving through
twilight silencing birdsong

I am led and willingly follow
into evening’s darkness
without stars to intrude
the scent of sky and earth
mingle in a soft embrace
this greening of rain