Frog “ribbits” during the day to signal rain.
I look to the weather app on my phone and see nothing in the forecast. 
Silly myth, I think to myself. 
A few minutes later, drops fall from the sky.
We are once, twice, a hundred times removed 
from the knowing of nature —
while Frog has been with Her all along. 
When Owl calls in the night, and Hawk soars across my path and Ladybug uses my shirt as a runway —
What’s the use in seeing it all as coincidence 
when I can commune along the path of 
mysticism instead?
Among the messages in every primitive “meet-cute”,
is one central truth;
the answer is always inside.
Trust Her.