When it rains on the island
there is wholeness
in the water-soaked air,
my body at home
in the wet embrace
of gray sky and low clouds,
rain dripping from the eaves.
When it rains on the island
there is wholeness
in the water-soaked air,
my body at home
in the wet embrace
of gray sky and low clouds,
rain dripping from the eaves.
Thank you, Don…..I, uh, don’t know biblical characters and stories anymore, but I surely understand soft rain’s wet embrace of life.
Absolutely required for the leaves of Pelargonium
Rain has many temperaments I’ve come to realize. I love your poems
I’m with Eilish … and this temperament is elementally sodden with magic formlessness – Lazarus’ embrace …
Just returned from the OR coast and a day of storms and sunlight. Love you image of soft layering… we woke to a hail storm… Mother informs and we welcome and marvel.