“Rain Reverie,” New Era, Aug. 1983, 26
Our country road glimmers
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.