the pour of rain makes me
pull covers over my head
but bravely I do a slow roll
into a murky day, grateful
for spring rain after a dry winter
and on my afternoon walk,
flowers draped tenderly after the rain.
“You have to get through the rain if you’re ever going to see a rainbow.”
~ Karen White, After the Rain
a question that hangs in the air
like the coats in my closet
or maybe the sweaters ~
if I leave them behind
and the wind is cold
I should be prepared but
if the sun is telling the truth
I’ll just get uncomfortably warm,
slinging it over my shoulder
while spring makes up its mind
even the rabbits hesitate before
changing from white to brown
when we all know ~ it should be a picture perfect spring.
“What’s up Doc?”
~ Bugs Bunny
and into the evening
dampening unruly wind to stillness
and the scent of tree blossoms
unless I could put my nose
right against their pink loveliness
only passing geese are louder
than the drip drip of the lazy clouds
until a car passes
ruffling the water on the street
and still it rains
patiently, steadily
cooling the air and dampening the wind.
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
