Here, it rains even
under full sun, each weighted
drop shone through, cleansing.
I’m sure of less than
all I thought I knew before—
how obvious now.
I am heavier
since the lightening, somehow
gaining with the loss.
Still I idle in
the fractured glow, needing yet
to be reassured.
Later, the grass will
appear a shade brighter green
and, nourished, straighter.
Is that all it takes,
a good drenching soak? Rinsed clear
of all that still aches.
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Note: not my photo; free image downloaded from pixaby.com
caroline ridgway 