Featured Poem: Late Summer Shower

By Lorraine Walker Williams
Member-at-large, Florida and California

I walk onto the balcony
to smell the rain after three months dry,
welcoming its musky scent.

Rain drops blot their signature
along the railing. A hush falls
among sirens in the city.

Sky closes in, lowers a shade of gray
letting rain bathe my senses.

Breeze tips leaves.
I can almost hear trees
sigh with contentment.

A strand from a spider’s silken
web seems to wave freely.

A crow caws and jolts me back
to reality. Rain drums on the roof,
echoes on the gutter.

Hummingbird slips among
evergreen boughs like a tiny
shadow.

Something about the rain
tugs at me, pulls me within—
the intimacy of a curtain
wet with promise.

7 comments

  1. Andrea Walker says:

    Lorraine, I love the softness of this rain, the breeze and the sigh, and the hush of your poem.

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