I can hear prosperity raining down from the clouds
but, for now, it is a faraway sound:
the patter of raindrops on the rain forest canopy.
It is beginning to accumulate, to drip and slide from the tips of the
leaves of the tallest trees.
It falls and bounces and falls again; gaining momentum, as we wait below,
faces raised, thirsty, parched, optimistic creatures of the forest floor.
