Clouds settle in the canyon
Hovering above the river
Like dandelion seed heads
Waiting to be scattered by the breath of a dreamer
Hundreds of wishes wanting to be realized
The rain
A translucent veil
Over the distant hills
Revitalizes an abundance of green moss
That covers the red dirt and glimmering rocks
The water-logged mud
Emits a sweet petrichor
That mingles with the fragrance of
The California Bay leaves
Perfuming the air
With a potent aroma
Once-dry creek beds brimming from the rain
Rush down towards the river
Feeding the thundering waters
The life source of the canyon
