Rain gentles the night

Rain. Such a sweet sound as it fills the rain tank.

I often feel guilty writing about rain this way, given the many horrendous floods around the world – Thailand, Queensland, any number of other places. But for here in the driest State in the driest continent, it’s a blessing, seeping futher into the soil, reviving plants, the roots of trees and shrubs, moistening the imagination, greening the dream.

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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