Good Rain

Growing up in Kansas in the summer, the air would be so thick with humidity sometimes it would be difficult to breathe. Sometimes the air would be so heavy you would hope for a good rain. After it would pour you would walk outside and everything would feel lighter, brighter, greener, and cleaner. A fresh scent, like everything, was new. Sometimes life gets heavy like the humidity and your soul is the one that needs the good rain. This was mine.

Meredith is originally from Manhattan, Kansas. She became a registered nurse and now resides in Honolulu, Hawaii. She has always had a passion for poetry and believes that through poetry, one can help heal themselves and others. Besides writing, Meredith spends her time playing in the ocean, hiking with her English Cocker Spaniel named Blue, and traveling as much as possible with her husband, Mark.