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Hating the Rain
She hates the ever-falling winter rain,
the gray and endless humidity
that bites to the bone and stings
even after the hot bath and stiff
struggle into bed and under the quilts,
but the winter ferns, and the way they
wave in a slight breeze as though happy
like grandmother’s lace curtains
can’t be abandoned or lived without.
She hates the endless dripping
like a clock ticking away life
and the heavy fog that swallows light
as though life itself were vanishing,
but the tree
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― How Many Words for Rain
― How Many Words for Rain
“
I reached down to feel the soil, and I touched the outreaching roots of the trees that bore horizontally and vertically hundreds of feet through the forest. I stroked the earth with my palm, and I could almost feel that invisible network of capillary roots that sucks moisture and nutrients out of every inch of the soil I was standing on. I breathed in and out. I was part of the forest. I was alive.
”
― The Eagle Tree
― The Eagle Tree
