In Praise of Rain
Which is not to say lightning or hail.
Sometimes I forget to open the umbrella
until my glasses remind me: Wake up, you’re
wet! If scarcity breeds
value, what is a thunderhead worth
in July? A light shower in August?
Even spreadsheets can’t tell us.
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“In Praise of Rain” has appeared here several times, but this is the recording’s debut.
O at the Edges 
And done in the rain! Very nice.
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I never managed to catch the thunder, but enjoyed trying.
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This is beautiful! Loved the rain sounds!
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Thanks very much. I couldn’t resist the rain.
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I love the sound of your reading voice. I remember walking through my classroom and feeling like I was listening to profound and tragic lullabies (given the subject matter of some of your pieces).
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Thank you, Heather. I hope they didn’t put you to sleep. 🙂 I’m looking forward to our next class!
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Your poetry and reading voice never puts me to sleep. Rather, the comfort and peace evoked by beauty compounded with the perfect voice is soothing.
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😊
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Hypnotic poem, reading, and photo! A trifecta.
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Thanks, FD! I wish I could claim the photo, but it’s from morguefile.com.
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You still found it. Quality curation is still worth something these days. Thanks for the tip on the site for photos. When I upgrade from the free WordPress plan, it will help give the blog a bit of pizzazz.
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I’ve used morguefile since my first post. It’s been invaluable.
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Gorgeous recording, your voice with the rain and the words is so soothing. Thanks for posting 🙂
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Thanks, Jessica. How could I not record this poem during the rain? 😄
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I don’t know 🙂
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Ha!
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I love everything about this. Of course I live in the rainy Northwest and one of my favorite sounds is rain on the roof. Thanks for a great poem.
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Thanks, Ali. It’s one of my favorite sounds, too, but I’d guess that you have more opportunities to enjoy it. 😀
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Marvelous sound (voice and recording acoustics) – a double Okaji dip for my day. Your postcard arrived and blew me away. I would have loved it anyway, but the synchronicity of its arrival was out of bounds. Briefly, I am participating in a Medicine Wheel Writing group – had spent a couple of hours with this week’s podcast “from the East”, written a stream-of-conscious piece about being between visible past and obscure future … folding up the writing thinking perhaps there’s a poem to come on this betweenness. Walked out to get the mail – found your betweenness poem. Mystic and amazing! Many thanks for the beautiful card Might I reference your “The Loneliness of the Last”? On your blog?
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Thanks, Jazz! Synchronicity, indeed! And yes, feel free to reference or use the poem any way you wish.
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Yes, what is the value of rain after a long and wet winter in California. Even spreadsheets can’t tell us. But the poppies on the hillside raise their voices in praise!
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Some things just can’t be tabulated. But they can be felt!
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