Rain Reverie

    “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.