...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Wednesday, June 1
Rain used to be just rain. It got me wet. It covered up the sun with its grey skirts. Now rain feeds my plants for me. No need for a tap or a plastic can. It gets inside my fragrant coriander, my sinewy rosemary. It prepares my tomato plants for letting out fat red pockets of juice. This rain kisses my face when I walk outside.