by Lenora Rain-Lee Good

I loved living in Albuquerque–
air picture perfect
for artists and photographers,
the lack of humidity–most of the time.

I remember the first rain
that came my first summer there–
monsoon! We had thunder,
lightning, pounding rain, sometimes

hail. I loved it. Especially
how the clouds rolled in
for a visit and a cuppa, regaling
me with their beauty, complete

with full symphony. And when
they came later in a summer day,
the beauty of sun slanting under
the clouds, to share a gorgeous

gift of gold, falling through
the trees, into my outstretched hand,
my open mouth. O! August rain:
the best of the summer gone.


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