Raingift To my wife After the pizzicato rains. Henry Beissel That rainbow in the distance. Robert A. Boates Coiled in embrace. Fran Figge After the rain the gift of transparency, a sky bathed in light letting the sun dry it intimately, warmly; yet not before it showered its host of beads upon the grateful land. Then a rainbow over the city the return of chirping people and their skeptical umbrellas reappearing in the streets and us, as grateful as the land warm bathed in light and life embraced.
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