Interpreting The Rain Storm by Lynette G. Esposito
Although you have diedI feel your touch in everyrain drop as ifyour tearson my living shouldersare leavesmeant to disappear or blow away.Your tearsstrike my silken umbrellalike angry fists because we are separated–I in this garden and you in the other. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in PoetryContinue Reading