Switched-on Gutenberg Issue 20
Please Can We Talk About Rain?

Always the torn silk of a cloud
weighted with water,
the lake’s surface roiled
in a squall. Or rain on the roof
after dark, gutters spilling.

Always water.

There was my husband who forbid
any talk of beautiful clouds,
he hated rain that much.
His parched heart.
His exodus.

No one looks up to rain —

but who doesn’t love a waterfall?



Image Copyright 2014,  Lori Becherer

Poem Copyright 2014,  T. Clear

T. Clear is a founder of Floating Bridge Press, as well as Easy Speak Seattle, a weekly open mic venue. Her work has appeared in many magazines, including Cascadia Review, Poetry Northwest, The Moth, Seattle Review and Atlanta Review. She makes her living in the field of glass art.

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