Rain. It comes walloping down by the bucketful, or sifts through the air as a gentle damp. Rain drips from the eaves, gets down my neck, fogs my glasses. But it’s good for reservoirs and gardens …
HOW DO I ANSWER THE RAIN?
my answer? I have none –
mouth open to receive each question
as it drops – 
eyes shining in the wash
of insistent query
crocuses spread petals wide
in reply to the rain
melt in response
to the caress of wet fingers
rain seeks entrance to my being
asks to be the final tear
that I let fall
I close over a horizon
of yellow answers
first published in Poetry Monthly
The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords
The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords
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