As raindrops on the tender herb, And as showers on the grass. —Deuteronomy 32:2 Two worlds, one reflected and one held inside a perfect sphere, elixir of living cells sustaining all life. —C.L. Fisher, October 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used,Continue reading “Raindrop”

After the Thunder

I hear leaves drinking rain… —William Henry Davies As the fallen petals travel water wells and the leaves released from the trees find rich soil to soften and feed, we find the earth, refreshed, restores  us…thank you, God,  for sumptuous rain. —C.L. Fisher, June 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the workContinue reading “After the Thunder”


“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”