The squish-squish of rain in sandals in the mud;
the silence of rain;
the glistening drops on pine needles
and on the tips of noses;
the earth’s fragrance before rain, during rain,
during more rain, after rain;
the mouth-wide tongue out taste of rain;
the taste and crunch of rain in lettuce;
the cool of rain, the smooth of rain,
the slipperiness of rain;
the mindful balance of rain,
The squish-squish of rain in sandals in the mud;
the silence of rain;
the glistening drops on pine needles
and on the tips of noses;
the earth's fragrance before rain, during rain,
during more rain, after rain;
the mouth-wide tongue out taste of rain;
the taste and crunch of rain in lettuce;
the cool of rain, the smooth of rain,
the slipperiness of rain;
the mindful balance of rain, in rain;
the rain turned fog—
May it be my winding sheet
to disappear in, in rain,
rain, rain and rain, and more rain—
nothing to attain.
Eda Malenky, New York City