*At long last I rejoice to be able to post this at its proper time–on a day filled with rainshowers! Blessings to all*
Rainy Season
*from One with Willows, copyright 2019 by Joan Myles*
When the rains come at last,
there is no mistaking what will happen.
One person uncovers the cistern
he dug years ago against thirst.
Another brings out buckets
to place beneath the leaky roof.
Oh, let me be the one
who opens windows and unlocks the door,
who presses her face against the screen,
inhaling the mist like life itself.
Let me gather the children
to trace raindrop outlines
upon the window glass,
to clap and dance with joy
for gardens yet to be
and for promises kept.
Jewniquely Myself 
lovely!
So sweet of you to comment, thank you!
*hwillows in mist**dancing flowers *
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As I sit here in a slice of sunshine, I share this beautiful piece by Joan Myles with you.
Joan is a twice-published poet, a blogger and also contributes to The Writer’s Grapevine Magazine.
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Sweet, love the last three lines. ☔
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Delighted to share the journey with you, Annie!
*children embracing*
Like this. Reminds me of the ciatern at the farm. Upbeat & positive.