Spring Rain There will come a day when this winter rain will change to spring rain though you can't imagine it now, here, where you are living deep in January. There will come a day when the air will soften like soil thawing and your skin will soften, too, expanding, the way roots tendril outward sensing they will find welcome. And you will tilt your face to the sky and whisper: oh, here you are! Here I am.
Jennifer Skogen is the author of the young adult series, The Haunting of Grey Hills, and her work has recently been featured in Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet and Green Ink Poetry. Jennifer lives near Seattle, Washington, and goes hiking in beautiful places whenever it isn’t raining (and often when it is).

You cannot imagine how I needed this poem this very morning, when the ice was too thick to walk my dog, and I was scared to drive my car. How gentle! How full f hope! Thank you Jennifer Skogen and thank you Sarah. – Jane
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