Such a potent evocation of a gardener planting out the seedlings during a shower – and what a wonderful way to render the sensual experience of a rain shower – visually in the colour of the soil, and by its taste. It is almost as if we are sharing the sensation of what it is like to be a seedling ourselves! The poet is totally immersed and connected to her garden and to nature.
I also particularly like how you have inverted the structure of the work. The shorter middle line surrounded by the longer than usual first and final lines gives a sense of the plant growing out of the poem, and the whole work becomes almost a visual representation of the fruitfulness and generativity of the plant's life cycle.
How good the rain water must taste to the flowers. Here in Wisconsin we've had a lot of rain, and last year's drought seems over. A later Spring – the robins returned a little over a week later than last year. The tiny snowdrops bloomed through ice and old leaves. Other flowers in the future . . .