Expressly welcomed cupfuls from the wellsprings of life –
The first spring pours,
As dripping rain clouds filter their precious gift,
To fine ground pastures.
Blowing winds barista sound to the thirsty ear
And, cool the brewing heatwave drawing near.
Grass and trees seem greener,
In the percolator of the imagination –
Favorite morning coffee seeming sweeter,
Accompanied by rain like nectar from heaven.