Frog Rain Song

As the sky darkened to the color of the shale, the foundation of this mountain, I could hear the distant thunder approach. The tree frogs also heard and called out, “Party! Party tonight!” Another roar of thunder -- this one closer. “Hop on over, we’ll meet at the pool.” Clash, rumble, rumble, then the soft sound of the first few drops increasing slowly, like when my Girl Scout troop made rain by rubbing our fingers and hands together. Now, snapping fingers. “Hurry, pool party about to begin,” they called. More thunder, the stomping of feet and the perfect summer rain is upon us. My tomatoes, cucumber and squash thank you. The Black Eyed Susans thank you. The tree frogs thank you and O goddess, bringer of rain, I thank you for the childhood memory and the joyful sounds of the little gray tree frogs.


Check out this link to the choir, Perpetuum Jazzile, using their hands to simulate a storm like I did as a young girl scout. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05ip-N0H1Ig

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