“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
— Langston Hughes
The thunder started and I hurried outside
hoping for those plodding drops that begin
before the full shower arrives —
they landed, tiny, clear miracles kissing
a welcoming earth, and the smell
of a thirsty land awakening the sleeping
grass took me home, that scent always
takes me home, not to a particular house,
but to a deep-sighing remembrance of good.
—C.L. Fisher, April 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 