Rain

“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 theContinue reading “Rain”

Waiting for Showers

Petrichor: a distinctive, earthy, usually pleasant odor that is associated with rainfall especially when following a warm, dry period… “Petrichor.” Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary, Merriam-Webster, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/petrichor. Accessed 30 Mar. 2022. We are familiar with the wind, the gusts that bring a temperature change and dirt — so much dirt —  dry, desolate sheets of caliche and clay;Continue reading “Waiting for Showers”

Where Has the Rain Gone?

…with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby. — Langston Hughes I’d like to hear the rain again, smell the air fresh just as it begins, watch as the birds find shelter, fluff  their dewy feathers, content as I am  to just listen to the comforting thrumming, a susurration only falling waterContinue reading “Where Has the Rain Gone?”

A Calm that Follows

He calmed the storm to a whisper and stilled the waves. — Psalm 107:29 That far off rumbling makes me think  of mountains and great oceans, the prowling wind  through aging rock or collapsing  giant waves against  a rugged shore, and I strain to hear the tapping, the end- drops, the run-off  through the eaves, Continue reading “A Calm that Follows”

Rain Psalm

He covers the heavens with clouds, provides rain for the earth, and makes the grass grow in mountain pastures. — Psalm 147:8 A hesitant spatter builds  to an open deluge,  our backyard transforms into a temporary  swamp, and the water-  collecting barrels overflow, rivulets running down and over, a casacading reminder of plenty, and IContinue reading “Rain Psalm”

Bright Air & Ashes

It catches me sometimes when I’m unaware, when I  step out to feel the warmth on my face, to hear the birds, the bright air in full sun that tastes of dirt and light, like the earth after a blue-sky rain — the taste of childhood. That scent takes me to swings and trees, toContinue reading “Bright Air & Ashes”