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” is included in my recently released chapbook, Buddha’s Not Talking, available from the publisher, Slipstream Press. Signed copies may be purchased exclusively from Loud Bug Books in Indianapolis. Simply type in “Okaji” to view all of my available books, or just add the title. $10 plus shipping and tax (where applicable).
O at the Edges 
I always love to hear the poet read the poem. Thank you.
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I should do more recordings, but lately my attention has been drawn elsewhere.
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Delightful … reading this on a drizzly December day somewhere between sunny & rainy … hard put to say which way I’d prefer it swing …
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Today I’m leaning toward the sunny. It’s been rather gray here lately…
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