The Rain Last Night

Sonoran desert is alive

and a million cacti thrive.

A slow February rain

ensures that they will remain.

Between a drouth and monsoon

a cricket sings to the moon.

Then a lonely coyote

picks up the strange melody.

The moon lights a lovely sight;

the rain hums softly all night.

Sunrise is an epiphany

showing a clean desert to me.

But it is hard to forget

migrants trudging cold and wet.

Walt Abbott–2-12-2010