Rain God
When a raindrop evaporates
before it hits the ground
it’s called sublime
the way I dream
of you and me
in freefall ecstatic in tandem
and you vanish
before disaster happens
When the rain clouds let go
we understood relief
When god created rain
rain was all she wanted
and we finally knew
what thirst was for.
- © Terri Drake 2021
Terri Drake is a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Her poetry collection, "At the Seams" was published by Bear Star Press. Her poems have appeared in Quarry West, Perihelion; Heartwood Literary Magazine; Crab Creek Review, and Open: Journal of Art and Letters, among others. She is a practicing psychoanalyst living in Santa Cruz, California.
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