I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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30 November 2016

A Prayer for Bad Weather

It rumbles again, 
thundering –
the air out there,
the malevolent sky.

please make rain
for my unsoaked flowers.

The air out there
is hot and heavy.
Yesterday I rain-danced.

The malevolent sky
released two tiny, stinging drops,
no more. Oh, stop teasing!