The Specter of Rain
In the land of sunshine,
the rain remains in fable
for most of the year.
Today brought the rain, like a specter
doom imminent in the dewy drops
and this land knew the downside of autumn.
The long-lasting relationship I have had with rain
stomping swiftly from puddle to puddle
sobbing submerged between storms
slippery euphoria in the faithful scribbling of thought
I long to mirror with you.
The rain, whether fraught with cold and cough
or warm with refreshment
is the truest friend I’ve ever known.