04-10-2021, 04:17 AM
Rain arrives with the urgency of a debt
collector, pounds on walls of tar, concrete
and hair, grabbing dried leaves and
bottle cap coins as currency.
Rain, silver reed, touch of a Christmas
angel upon parched soil, finds its
mirror-twin in a limpid pool of glass,
content as a sleeping child.
Rain, splinter upon skin, grows from ant
to army, slicing through air like arrows.
It drums on our roof and needles our
windows until night falls like a mother's
blanket, softening it to a whisper.
You let its scent fill your breath
with soaked mud, awakened leaf
and a hint of new hope.
collector, pounds on walls of tar, concrete
and hair, grabbing dried leaves and
bottle cap coins as currency.
Rain, silver reed, touch of a Christmas
angel upon parched soil, finds its
mirror-twin in a limpid pool of glass,
content as a sleeping child.
Rain, splinter upon skin, grows from ant
to army, slicing through air like arrows.
It drums on our roof and needles our
windows until night falls like a mother's
blanket, softening it to a whisper.
You let its scent fill your breath
with soaked mud, awakened leaf
and a hint of new hope.