Poem: Early August Rain

Last night we laid in bed 

And listened 

        to the early August rain. 

Our windows were wide open and 

There was no wind at all. 

And the rain was falling straight down. 

And it whispered like the rain 

        that blesses the earth, 

Like the rain that falleth upon the just 

        and the unjust alike. 

Nourishing 

        without discrimination 

                or intent, 

It put my worried mind 

        at ease. 

 

M. Bogen
Aug./Nov. 2021