Rain Reverie
    Footnotes

    “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.