She sat in an old green lawn chair
scratchy plastic on the porch
just out of reach of the silent gray rain.
Then there was the paper
blue-lined and white
with that red line for the left margin
grade school stuff.
Watching the misty fine rain
pondering its loveliness
forgetting her homework assignment
in the mottled black-and-white notebook,
She took pen to blue lines.
(My first poem was Rain)