rain, rain


Twenty miles south, the little Pryor Creek has taken over my sister’s farm. See the pine tree? Underneath those branches is where our dogs -my Buster and her Katie- are buried. See the barbed wire? They are cutting it down so their sheep can reach high ground. I ask her to let us come help. She says there is nothing more to do. She’s been learning she cannot fight the rain.

In town, we walk along a sidewalk next to a yard sale. Two toddlers are sitting on the lawn playing here’s the church, here’s the steeple, open the doors and see all the people.  Chubby hands, stubby fingers. Stout steeples.

Their older sister is trying to play with a baton she found in the ten cent box of toys.  Her wrists don’t flex and so the baton moves like a club in her hands. Gramma says: Give it to your mom. She was once a baton twirler.

We stop to consider the box of paperbacks sheltered under the elm tree. Daughter turns to mother with a grin. Mother deftly reaches out for the baton. She steps out on the sidewalk, her feet picking up the beat of her old school’s march. Five, six, seven, eight!  The baton twirls with silver and purple sparkles. The toddlers unfold their steeples to clap for their dancing mom.

It has begun to sprinkle. We scan the  skyline behind us and see that our southern sky is blue and so, for now, the raindrops feel good on our bare skin.



About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

6 responses to “rain, rain

  1. Raining here, too. No baton twirlers in sight, alas.

  2. redmitten

    baton twirlers can’t be come by unless you aren’t looking 🙂

  3. kerry

    hey Sherry! it’s funny how I feel so out of the ‘loop’ when not being able to access my blog…I am now at work and getting cramps in my fingers from lack of keyboard excersising! Good news though is that I should be back up and running in no time…by the way…re: rain…i remember in ‘Out of Africa’ when the rains are destroying the coffee plantation and Meryl Streep says “oh let it go…water will go where it wants to go”. So true…I just hope the puppies bones don’t come to float away!

  4. redmitten

    kerry- yes, same here! am glad to hear your computer is almost back up and running. i count on your blog to be here whenever i “return”. yes i remember that scene in out of africa! this is what my sister says…she is realizing it’s never going to stop raining. and when she says “rain” she doesn’t just mean rain. it’s seldom that we get done with anything, or that we reach the top before we have to start down again. water will seek its own level!

  5. I love the clarity of your images, your sister’s farm, the toddlers, and the baton twirling mom. I hope your sister’s house is safe.

    • redmitten

      and the steeples! toddler steeples!….good to hear from you. yes, my sister’s home is safe, but they’ve lost all their hay fields until next spring. there are people here (esp on the crow nation reservation) who have gone without their homes for over a month now. and north of here, families are only reachable by boat for now.

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