Happy Little Rain Dance by Janet Elliott Brown

The wind has had its way with my hair. Feeling it blow on my face.  Music drifts in and out on the breeze. Just listening to the sounds of summer floating thru the trees.

The boats in the harbour, anchors down, gently rocking. Like a lullaby, the water slaps the sides, slap, slap slap. I think I hear a sound like fairies talking.

Off the water on the shore, swaying in perfect syncopation, are the blades of grass and amber waves of grain. See them bow and do their happy little thank you dance for the rain.