I felt as if Edna might be saying, ‘All this talk of May Ziadeh, and what about me?’
And I forgot about my morning petition until I heard the rain fall and it was answered.
I felt these were some good flowing moments to read a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (an audio only video) outside with the rainfall.
Hello dear Edna, you are within my heart no matter the words, so many great poems to post, and a poem of yours is always a great thing to give!
Earlier: A Petition for Rain