1983
Rain Reverie
August 1983


“Rain Reverie,” New Era, Aug. 1983, 26

Rain Reverie

Our country road glimmers

and beckons—free—

It stretches on forever,

Overhung by sky and tree.

The road sparkles when I squint

And glistens black and bright.

The world smells so clean, like dawn,

Because it rained last night.

I stroll amidst this shiny green,

Aware of lovely world.

It seems to me the puddles have

still rainbows in them, swirled.

How I love it after rain!

We all do, I suppose,

When fields are green and puddles gleam

With remnants of rainbows.