nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Writing with the Seasons - November 2022

While rain pounds the roof and thrashes at the window, as it has been in London this week, I think of the e.e. cummings line:

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

I imagine the wet weather outside with hands, palms filled with water, throwing it across the sky. Typical of cummings’ inventive writing, this gorgeously romantic poem delights in language, people and the natural world.