S.A. Weisberg writes a rainstorm flood in a celebration of baseball, spirituality and hope. A resident on Spring Street, Downtown L.A., he greets every morning and every person he meets with the joy of "...the soft velvet touch of a baby's cheek, the cry of a lobster boiling in a pot of bubbly water, a woman's stretching sigh." "This first book of Sandy Weisberg's poems reminds us that poetry is an explosion of passion, and poetry's truth serum is truth." -Noah benShea