Rain
June 11th, 2008 bhenricksenThe window of my study looks into the backyard, which slopes downhill to my wife’s pottery studio, hidden by various trees and shrubs that have been keening under rain and eternal clouds for way too many days now. I remember sitting on a screened porch forty-some years ago with a girl who said, “I think whenever it rains, you can remember every time it’s ever rained.” Of course we didn’t have as much rain to remember then. Read the rest of this entry »
