“It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper patterns at the right moment.” — Hart Crane *   *   * *   … More Soaked


“After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be there.” — Walt Disney *   *   * Refreshed — Photos by Mary O’Connor © 2018


“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.” — Mark Haddon *   *   * Rained in. Photo by Jan Logozzo © 2016


I blame the rain. Generally, rain soothes, restores, nurtures. But not when stuck in the hand of El Nino, simply sitting, draped in the grayness of clouds, laughing heavy tears as if the light of the sun was confined to the pages of nursery rhymes, as if blue skies belonged only to painters, as if Noah … More Grumpy


And still they wait— 157 or more, gathered before the soup kitchen door. Waiting— for relief from the chill, from the brunt of hunger, from lost promise. Waiting— before the shadow of light that must define hope peters out. Waiting— to escape from the wet, from the dirt and the dark. Tonight, tomorrow, again, again and … More Reprieve