Rainwater

She dances with the sun at the dawn of each day 

To take care of the world I kicked a tree once 

and she made me apologize. 

Trees have feelings, too.  

That’s the day I saw nature bleed 

A day I will never forget. 

Save the rain in buckets at a time 

The rain is for her flowers 

Not for play, this water is sacred 

No mud pies for me with granny’s special water 

This water is spiritual, she says 

See, my grandmother was a spiritual woman 

A snake once crawled across the road 

It’s said if you kill it, you defeat an enemy 

She killed it with a stick and no fear was in her eyes, 

I knew she had power before I was nine. 

Of her sisters, she’s the only one to remember 

Her mother’s songs, Her mother’s cooking, 

Her mother’s voice. 

See my great-grandmother was a spiritual woman 

She bottled every experience her mother ever gave her 

I believe it’s the rainwater that feeds her flowers 

– Angelica Johnson