Who’d've thunk? haven’t written poetry in a while. Seeing rain on some tv show recently I had a zen moment and thought about how rain makes you feel: introspective, happy, a little sad. Things are growing, but you’re cooped up inside. Rain is wonderfully zen. It’s inevitable. It has it’s pros and cons. So this is a little capture of someone’s life captured by moments of rain. Somber I suppose, but hopeful in that I feel when I’ve lived my years I hope (and I’m pretty sure I will) that I look back at any decisions I made and realize that that’s the life I lived, and that I’m content.

Enjoy it or skip it…sometimes I think I write interesting stuff, sometimes I go back and read it and it’s this weird crap when I’m in a strange mood! Only time will tell. I did think I made an improvement, literary-wise, in that I was able to break away from my usual perspective, which is to tell everything very literally from a first or second person perspective. This seemed more lyrical in nature.

When the rain falls

When the rain falls against the glass
I see a smile, but sad and somber
Ponder and wonder at drops of water
But green grass will yet squish between little toes

When the rain falls softly on the tent
The bride and groom fret
Some old crone bemoans bad luck
But ten years hence it’ll be clear skies over Tahiti

When the rain falls against floor twenty three
At the early morn hour of eight past one
Keys click at a rate of one eighty two an hour
But loved ones cuddle alone at home

When the rain falls on the sculpted hedges
Little girl you’re here no more
A score since you ran to my arms from thunder
But you’ll be finding your own comfort now on

When the rain falls upon the sands
These pained hands brush your silvered hair
Drops on glass are mirrors to the past
But I know I’m not afraid to go

When the rain falls the day after
I know you’ll have smiled in the limo, not cried
For there were so many choices to be made
But I know which ones I made

I made them with you
And made them for me
They are and will be my life
And the rain will always fall