Raindrops fall into mud.
My Writing

“When I think of Grass stains”

Rachel Sandell

When I think of Grass stains—

and fresh wet morning Dew—

I feel upon my skin the Rains—

and Mind wanders to you.

Where do Raindrops go—

when they Fall down from the Cloud?—

Do they hover over ocean Waves—

might they sink into the Ground?

Houseplants sleep in painted pots—

and die for lack of Sun—

do raindrops ever long for Home—

and back to Stormcloud run?

Water holds the Memory—

if that’s what it holds most—

then let this life be Reverie—

and turn to Holy Host.

~

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Published by Rachel Sandell

Rachel Sandell is a writer and editor from Washington State, where rainy days necessitate long books, hot chocolate, and plenty of magic. Though she specializes in speculative fiction and harbors a love for the dark and enchanting, she also dabbles in poetry and is the archive project coordinator for Fireweed: Poetry of Oregon. She is an MFA graduate from the Rainier Writing Workshop, and her short stories have appeared in SORTES magazine, Night Picnic Press, and Leading Edge magazine.