“The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Extend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.”
—from A Line-Storm Song by Robert Frost
The birds have shuttered in their nests,
the bees have found the hive,
the butterflies have closed
their wings to rest, and we hear
that far-rumble and swoosh
of wind and then the gentle
tapping before the downpour
begins. We huddle on our
little porch, you extend
your arm for shelter, and we
wonder at the rare beauty
of heavy showers that restore
the thirsty soil and refresh
the waiting flowers.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2021
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