Our journey took us in and out of the canopy of trees
as we moved to avoid the rain that moved against us,
our only relief against the breadth of summer air there.
While the coverage disappointed us,
the drops that fell were themselves quite kind,
a reminder of beneficence more than importance, 
even if everything they do reminds us to slow down.
People eat, read, and sleep beneath their boughs
without asking permission or seeking guidance,
yet trees never mind our wanderings. 
These drops point out our limitations 
so that we need not depend on the kindness of others
to receive these faults without damage. 
Trees realize that we are more like them than not,
still growing, still reaching,
needing those drops escaping through the canopy
and escaping through the dry spells of our lives.