I was mentioning the female rain.
The rain is because it's female.
I was playing with the image of rain and water,
and my son and his wife are expecting
their second child any day now.
It's going to be a little boy.
So we're very thrilled for that.
And so I had a poem for my granddaughter,
and for some reason, I brought the draft,
but I'm not going to read it because it's not ready yet.
Several years ago, the Grand Canyon
was having its anniversary.
So this is a poem about that.
"My eyes are small:
an homage to the Grand Canyon.
My eyes are small.
They take only tiny licks at the walls of this canyon.
My ears pick up my late brother's steps
Cracking on the Kaibab trail.
My voice a whisper,
A feather drifting on the wind,
And yet, my soul, immense
With the millennia of rocks
And stars, rises, rises, rises, rises."
[APPLAUSE]