Linda Pastan NOVEMBER RAIN How separate we are under our black umbrellas-dark planets in our own small orbits, hiding from this wet assault of weather as if water would violate the skin, as if these raised silk canopies could protect us from whatever is coming next- December with its white enamel surfaces; the numbing silences of winter. From above we must look like a family of bats- ribbed wings spread against the rain, swooping towards any makeshift shelter. #lindapastan From Queen of the Rainy Country @w.w.norton 2006.