this, is the shower of your blessing
the one that comes down as music
needing only something off which to sound
we hover now, on the best place there is:
on the threshold, a step away from your rain,
but not fully inside of it
only here can we truly appreciate what you send
were we immersed,
we could not see how this rain drops abundantly on every leaf,
each of which curls, bows, in gratitude
were we too far away
we could not see how this rain constantly merges with itself,
ever merging into larger course
a trickle to a stream, a stream to a river:
instinctively, we know where this merger leads
saara 
awesome perspective.