The rain moves through in waves -
crescendos and diminuendos
with or without wind
from a random direction
That we are loved is as apparent
as that the grass is, and the springing trees
that drink the rain,
less because of this dry place to watch from
than because gratitude
moves through us
just like that.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 22, 2020
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