catching spring rain
in my cupped hands —
no reflection in this shallow pond
rain puddle
tipping over
into my own reflection
hearts
chalked on the sidewalk
washed away
pouring tea
into my favorite cup —
rain fills a river
rainy morning
don't look at me like that
dear frog
early morning rain
the turtle stays in his shell
so do I
water lilies
a deeper pink
after the rain
crossing the bridge
I didn't recognize you
under your new umbrella
brooding
under my umbrella
I choose not to say hello
dreaming about the umbrella
that would not open —
heavy rains last night
sudden rainstorm
holding a red balloon
over my head
in this dark blue bowl
the sweetest plums
rain-washed
shaking rain from her hair
the farmer waters her spinach
again
downpour —
a basket of cucumbers
unable to run for shelter
laughing so hard
we miss
the thunder
maybe if I stayed in bed
I too would love
this rainy day
just when I give in to it
the rain
stops
purple rain
the iris field
at dawn
