I can’t claim that my twelve potted roses have been dessicated over the past three years, but California surely has been dessicated. I’ve worried about friendly trees and watched lawns become weed patches. So early this morning, the sound of a steady, soaking rain (as we used to call it back when we had rain) was pure Chopin to my ears. It induced in me a kind of quiet I haven’t felt for months. A wish to just sit and think my thoughts.
May the rain dancing around California continue! North and South are for once united, sharing a group wish for moderate (not flooding) downpours. Feeling generously hopeful at the sight of every cloud.
And while it’s wet and smelling of petrichor and fertile soil, I’m feeling generous. For a few days, I’m offering my book Gods of Water and Air, my collection of poetry, prose, and short drama, at a deep discount to anyone who wants a print version.
For today through September 30, it’s $10 + $2 shipping for Gods of Water and Air. Email me if you want one: firstname.lastname@example.org.