the rain...

the rain has come and it keeps us in.
no children play marbles on clay forest floor.
no running from others toward balls.
no jumping from docks. no swimming in the turning river.
no child goes to work in the farm.
no teacher roams the path to rio frio.
we are all in our houses.
on the teachers' porch. four of us read. one sews.
another arched in the hammock stares with out seeing.
silenced by the rain, we rest.