There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain
first line of Night Poem by Margaret Atwood
Winter Solstice…on December 22, 2011… light will begin to return.
A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.
James Dickey
“So the storm passed and every one was happy.”
—Kate Chopin
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Langston Hughes
Still raining. Still windy. Still gray.
