Every summer seems to hit a point when rain stays away and the exposed ground hardens and cracks. This image,of an artists’ book I made in July 1999, is titled
Rain Comes in July, Long Awaited. That summer was lacking in rainfall and in July we did not have rain either, despite the wishful thinking of my title.
The text came first. Rain is speaking. It begins I slip in through the gate. I stand in the back yard listening. I look in the window. I am so gentle in the near darkness, you may think I am not here at all.