Sshhh It's Stopped Raining

The rain it drenched my everything
my Buddha, my Jessamy, my all
my swinging plum tomatoes turned into glittering Christmas balls
with splashes of sparkling precipitation

My green plastic bird bath is a bath no more
Lido is its name and
grey plastic feeders soggy with this mornings seed
hang waiting to be cleaned
and a proud plate-sized puddle looks up at me
from the floor of a crumbling old shed

But suddenly in the distance,
in a garden two gardens down.
I heard young Ray's children laughing
and suddenly nothing mattered at all.