Morning Prayers, Night Prayers, Number 6  

A fog pushed against the window.

It has been melted away.

Dark gray rain clouds against the roof

Have been filed away.


I can’t tell it this way.


I woke, and the fog stared at me.

Through my window I saw those eyes

And I said, “Rain again,


I know how the rain brings with it spring life.

I know how the flowers demand the rain,

And I know.

But I hate the wetness in my hair.

I hate the muddy shoes.

I hate the step-holes little boys

Leave in fields.

And, Mister, I hate the ruddy little drops

Hung on outside of windows.

So, Mister, I can’t tell you how happy

I was to see that fog fade away.



From Texts and Commentary (Mandala Publishing).

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About lymangrant

Lyman Grant is a professor of creative writing and humanities at Austin Community College. He has work at ACC since 1978. He is the author or editor of two textbooks, two books relating to Texas literature, three volumes and a chapbook of poetry. Recently he traveled the United States for a year in a 34-foot RV 5th wheel trailer with his wife and two younger sons.