Rain on

Outside a misty rain is beginning to sound more like tight pitter-patters. Lying in the sand rests the new pot, collecting rivlets of water. This clay is now like stone with glass structure fusing clay particles together and body to glaze in a strong matrix. This clay will never be mud again that may melt into the earth. Nor will it be handled by hand or reflect a gooey shadow of beast, bug ,leaf or seed.
Tonight this clay stands tall as heavenly water washes its new hard surface with little droplets and beads. They run down its molten, cratered form, as on rocks and other hard things of this earth. Transformed by fire and colored in magical whirls, this clay joins ancient ones for the ages.