Spring Rain


The moment has been building so
Now I’m walking

From the fence-line
Across the field

I hear a great shower
Raining down on the woods behind me

The moment of hearing

And then I feel it, the rain touching me now
And the American toads are trilling

I come to the house
Grab a notebook

Write a poem
And the rain has passed

Such are the rains
And the poems in spring


Art by Paul Keysar


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