And from Fat Man Poems.
I've always had a problem of being overweight.
Poem about frogs and again experience common to us all.
In the summer the frogs will crawl
into the cracks of the mud and hibernate I guess.
And then when the rains come, all of a sudden
there's great joy throughout the frog kingdom.
And they sing and sing night after night.
And almost it seems to me sometimes the frogs
know when it's going to rain and they start singing beforehand.
But maybe it's just my mind.
It's called rain.
When it rains the frogs sing.
They climb out from their holes and sit
in the dry marshes on their dry haunches,
eyes sparkling, listening to it come.
They hold out their tongues and leap newborn red mouths
flashing as the storm washes the scales from their backs.
And for nights after lie in the flooded
ditches like pieces of black rubber singing.