Notes found on the refrigerator…April 2020

the sound of april rain

i was born in the sound of rain.

whether it was from the grass,

or the splash of baptism;

or the windows of isolation;

or on barred pounding glass in prison;

or when I was safely home,

when it rocked me to sleep.

spring rains bring soothing sound.

proclaiming the birth, I would greet again,

in summer rain…

misty at times

other times as storms…

making roots become stronger

again.

fall’s rain blows the leaf’s

to carpet the cradle;

before it freezes,

and blankets spring

in a lullaby of snow.

i was born in the sound of rain.