REGARDING THE RAIN by John Grey

Rain pours down
from that gray overhead
with all the trappings of passion
but none of the poignancy.

Or it creeps like snakes
out of the sky,
slithers through cracks in roofs
or gaps in windows.

Or it rat-a-tats
against wood and glass and metal
like machine-gun fire.

But the rain is still the brains behind
the silk-green forest,
the abundance of wildflowers,
the limestone lakes,
the abundant flamboyant rivers.

And it’s a kind of therapist,
when the air’s deep gloom suddenly bursts,
reveals itself to be nothing more than water.

And it can be the perfect excuse
for being where I happily am
and not where I am miserably
supposed to be.

I look out the window
and watch the rain fall.
It splatters
and its drops dance the hula.
This is a new one to me.

 

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, City Brink and Tenth Muse. Latest books, “Subject Matters”,” Between Two Fires” and “Covert” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Paterson Literary Review, Amazing Stories and Cantos.

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