When it rains in the Forest by Zakiya Mckenzie
A poem for our centenary project writers in the forest.
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When it rains in the Forest
Rain is not sadness
It’s falling does not send me to sorrow
Instead I welcome the washing away
Wrought by the fresh forest shower
Its thrashing is a mother's womb
It is heartbeat and pitter-patter
In this safe place, cocooned
To be wet makes it no lesser