The bucket of water that catches the rain
is important to the birds and the frogs.
A dog drinks from the water, coughs, and drinks again.
It hasn’t rained all month,
but tonight it poured
and the bucket filled.
I watched out the window as a frog struggled
to climb out of the frothing waves,
it sat silently on the edge of the bucket
and rubbed its eyes.
I take the babies for a walk in the rain
and their mother chastises me when we return.