The stunning essay “Rain” by Peter Kline in Ploughshares made me think of Mary Ruefle’s poem “Snow,” as both are electric and ripe with sensuality. Both make me wish for rain or snow–I wouldn’t discriminate. And like Peter Kline, because I reside in a city where both rain and snow are scarce, I would be lacking in the appropriate gear, but who cares because
Rain makes us get out of these wet clothes.
And snow does, too.
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