The Rain Poems

Two toddlers wore rain

In the yard, in the fog
of a heavy downpour,
two toddlers wore the rain
like tight-fitted jeans,

which clung to them so soggy, and yet

in moments of glee
with a spin and a spree

they giggled and laughed,
a thousand thuds,

as each thundering thud
of their shiny red boots

forced a violent splatter.
But what does it matter?

For youth is but a moment
cleaved to a cloth,

made of exquisite fabric
that creates a future memory.

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– A woman weeping out my window –

Out my half-open window,
I could smell the rain that poured
like a bucket onto the street.

And like a woman’s fine hair,
it weaved back and forth
on the road, blustered by
the wind.

Like a woman’s fury,
thunder shook my walls.

Tail light reflections on the road
sizzled as though her outbursts
smoldered and fumed.

I listened to her anger,
her indignation,
her riled mood,
and her irritability

until she finally calmed down

and fell asleep.

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Rain

Rain…

Rain runs her fingers
through my hair,
kisses my lips,
caresses my shoulders,
and whispers in my ear,
“Don’t go…”

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– An hour of rain –

With a sudden deluge of rain
my yard’s earthly page
spills over with soothing stanzas.

For an hour, the sky recites
poems from heaven
and I listen…mesmerized.

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– The sky’s getting dark –

With long jagged teeth
Lightning conceals itself from prey
behind the cloud’s brush,
waiting – to strike.

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