“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

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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