and the rain falls.
I jump in my chair for no apparent reason,
and the rain falls.
I sit out of practice though nothing has happened,
I tap my foot to an imagined rhythm,
and the rain falls
and all else with them.
I want to speak of it, but can’t for fear of drowning.
Donna Myers is a mom and regenerative farmer who recently returned to America after raising Bretonne Pie Noir cattle in France. She has a master’s in writing and her work has appeared in the Penn-Union Journal, Socket Shocker Magazine, and the Murfreesboro Post.