{"id":21268,"date":"2018-07-14T10:04:30","date_gmt":"2018-07-14T14:04:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/?p=21268"},"modified":"2018-07-14T10:04:30","modified_gmt":"2018-07-14T14:04:30","slug":"just-a-little-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/2018\/07\/14\/just-a-little-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"Just a little rain…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Summer rain. Photo: Mark Smith<\/a>, Creative Commons, some rights reserved<\/p><\/div>\n

It’s been a little too hot for me this summer, and a little too dry. The lawn is brown and not growing (as my yard guy laments), and the corn in the fields looks a little wan. The weather service reports less than half an inch of rain so far this month in St. Lawrence County.<\/p>\n

Just a little rain, my wishful yard guy says, and it will all come roaring back. So In lieu of cloud-seeding – for which I am not equipped – or a rain dance – for which I am really\u00a0<\/em>not equipped – here is a poem I wrote some years ago that I hope will placate the bringer of drought.<\/p>\n

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Water Prayer<\/h3>\n

The water I carry greened in stump-hollows,
\nflew as cloud, and pumped through
\nthe frantic hearts of birds. It passed from body
\nto body in passion.<\/p>\n

The water I carry steamed from leaves in heat
\nand trickled through chill caverns that never give
\nwonder to light. It was the most of minnows
\nand the tails of whales.<\/p>\n

It dripped from the icicle tip to the well. It burst
\nfrom wombs. It spattered the shoes of drunks.
\nAll this water I carry is holy by use and sharing
\nand ubiquity.<\/p>\n

I praise the water for forming itself into ages of women
\nand men, for gorge-gouging and placid deposition.
\nI praise steeped tea and the warm bath. I praise
\nsoup and slobber,<\/p>\n

rapids and rime, wine and wysteria, wounds,
\njellyfish, cattle and cud. I praise this water whole
\nand part and plunge in its coolness these words
\nto temper.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s been a little too hot for me this summer, and a little too dry. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":83,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[6128,14],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21268"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/83"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21268"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21268\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21270,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21268\/revisions\/21270"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21268"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21268"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21268"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}