Autumn Rain

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

There have been years, when the summer has

been so dry, that this wish arrives deep

in the soul, wanting autumn rains to yield to prayers.

I think that there are within us certain longings

that, no matter the rules of the times, find us

embodying our animal ways, the longings

that take us back to the realization that this

isn’t ours to control, that there is something else

out there that we depend on. Today, it’s the

rain and whoever it is that caretakes the rain.

And too, there is this thing that happens when

you realize that the earth is rejoicing along with

you—listen to the way it praises!—that some of our

desires are shared with things that are still enlivened

though it has become convenient to think them not.

So, this is what it is like to light the first fire in the

woodstove as the rain pelts the metal roof and I

consider that here too is another day to be grateful

for the company that keeps me alive.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Truth and Beauty: Poems on the Nature of Humanity"

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