Rain
A poem by Helga Kidder

Rain,

wake us like buds to bursting.
Let abelia, peony, and Solomon’s seal shiver.
Teach us to fill reservoirs, to preserve roots.
Vine jessamine and rose, green the grasses.
Season our prayers with hope.

Scour our houses and roads, puddle holes.
Magnolia, wisteria, and gardenia,
fulfill your destinies.
Perfume our ordinary days.

Come cardinal and coyote, chipmunk and deer,
drink from the cups of mountain laurel.
Let us forget the fear of death,
Pamper us like lichen and moss
clinging to the trunks of oaks.

Overflow barrels and downspouts.
Cleanse us from invectives roaming the globe,
the cloudbursts of hate and lust.
Halo us with your rainbow.
Bless us with the aroma of a single bloom.

About the Author:

Helga Kidder lives in the Tennessee hills with her husband. She has five collections of poetry, Learning Curve, Loving the Dead, Blackberry Winter, Luckier than the Stars, and Wild Plums. 

Her poems have recently been published in Orbis, Persimmon Tree, Sequestrum and others.  

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