Longfellow wrote that “Into each life some rain must fall” (“The Rainy Day“). The poem is an extended metaphor; here in my valley, the rain has been actual, physical, moist, sopping, wringing, drizzly, humid, soaking, and all the rest.
The metaphorical hasn’t been absent, either.
So this week, my post consists of other writers’ posts. Explore, please. All of these links offer much to enlighten the reader.
On first looking into Shenandoah’s submissions