Rain “And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow." --Gilbert K. Chesterton Restorative droplets Absorb warm earth. Ingested by puddles in jungles, Nutrient mud, symbiotic serenity.
Wendy Gist’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in For Women Who Roar, Fourth River, Grand Little Things, New Plains Review, Oyez Review, Poetry Pacific, Rio Grande Review, Soundings Review, St. Austin Review and other fine journals. Gist has worked as a professional contributing writer for many leading publications. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and the author of the chapbook Moods of the Dream Fog (Finishing Line Press, 2016). Gist was named semifinalist for The Best Small Fictions, 2017.