Here, in Northern California, the winter rains
Often come from the Gulf of Alaska.
That’s a long way to go for rain.
Can a long journey make rain weary?
Here, in my life, the passion for things
That governs my deeds
Often comes from my stomach.
It’s large. I am a passionate man.
So here we are, a wet December morning
In California’s great northern valley. And I am
Rained in, when the fruit of living calls out
To me, “Run, jobe, run! Live!”