Rainfall Poem by Paul Reed

Slithering between the green soldiers
With fastidious precision
The rain inveigles the tiny spaces
Like fastening minute bootlaces
Between each blade of grass
And enters the soil;
With further toil
The dampness penetrates lower
And refreshes deep roots
Who, with dry boots
Had been parched until now
Set free, they drink thirstily
Stiffening the bough
And quenching the leaf
As minerals are captured
And the earth, enraptured
Is restored once more