Whispered Wanderings

I may not know much
about the science of weather
but I do know how the rain feels
on my skin. How each drop cools,
softens, my sun-dried arms and hands.

And when I lift my face to the sky,
mouth open to drink in the sweetness;
how at first my eyes blink it away
but then just as thirstily accept
nature’s cleansing offering.

klm
8/22/24