Be Careful What You Wish For

Mother said.

I should have listened.

I wished for rain, to feed the forest and lakes and ponds and creatures.

Now it's here.

And I wish it would go away so I can feed on the forest and lakes and ponds and creatures.  

At least I know where passion flowers grow in force, and I'll return as soon as what I wish for comes true: Rain, rain, go away; come back at night.