The Power of Rain

Maybe rain really is God's tears or needles threaded with despair or some other image impossible to conjure or forget. We say so much of rain because it does so much to us: waits in hordes of vapor off the coast to turn us blue, casting stones as though sinless, making us forget colors other than cobalt or slate. For me it washes my car, makes me remember new green and creates one more hour to be glad. Posted: 5/5/17 Written: 9/30/97