This poem is pretty raw

And Tell Them ‘Yes’
"And the patriarchs, moved with envy, sold Joseph into Egypt"  -- Acts 7:9

The drought broke and the heavens opened 
in a luscious downpour.  Not a frog strangler, 
more like a lover’s touch.  In celebration, 

I raced into the yard, spinning and jumping 
as pools formed in the softened grass.  
Dandelions rose to attention.  The mint too. 

All was mindless bliss until the umbrella 
police appeared to video and post 
the peril of liberty.

–Todd Sukany 23 Aug 2022

I don't get the title. And Tell Them Yes: Is the narrator saying "yes" to the jealous ones, that God is in still in charge? 
I get mindless bliss that Joseph had and mindless bliss of luscious downpour, so happy to spin and jump.
I like dandelions and mint being onlookers.
Then, the posting of the dangers of being so free....I smile at umbrella police. Judgers.
Jealous ones?  Condemning like Joseph's brothers...
Like saying, No more happy and spinning and dreaming dreams.
Stop it! We'll not have it!
The narrator is in danger, like happy Joseph was about to be sold by his brothers.
Now why do I think of Fahrenheit 451?

Pat

I will address your questions once Renee and Sarah have blasted away

Thanks for the feedback.  It is helpful.

Todd

The Day after the PM Announced “I Need You to Talk to Your Neighbours”

The drought broke and the heavens opened 
in a luscious downpour.  Not a frog strangler, 
more like a lover’s touch.  In celebration, 

I raced into the yard, spinning and jumping 
as pools formed in the softened grass.  
Dandelions rose to attention.  The mint too. 

All was mindless bliss until the umbrella 
police appeared to video and post 
the peril of liberty.

–Todd Sukany 23 Aug 2022

Does PM mean Prime Minister? My best guess.  
Talk to neighbours.... rather than assuming and making up stuff?
Get to know neighbours?  
That probably fits for religions, countries, politics, etc.  
Mindless bliss until big power takes over and would have no liberty.
I thought of how polarized we are in US and against other countries too.  Also, we tend to live in neighborhoods where people think much alike.
Russia and Ukraine and small countries over there...  
Troublesome thoughts for me.
Has it always been like this?  Maybe.
Mindless bliss feels wonderful until the ugly breaks through.  
Power conflicts? Fear... probably under the power...  
Seems black and white, but it's probably gray.  
I don't know if this makes any sense or not. 

Pat

PM  Prime Minister (of Canada thus the spelling of "neighbour") to be specific.  These are quotes (the former title and the current).  I hopefully will be changed by your poem this month and the power of the title.  What a lesson this month held.

You are tracking and sooooo helpful.

Thank you again.

Todd

and that my poem was helpful to you, too. I never know how they'll end,
but I'm figuring out that good titles do help the poem to be better understood. 

Thank you!  

Your title certainly clarified for me...

Pat