i lost time to the rain
its singing in my ears
its beating in my chest
and now all i have
left to write about
are the errant drops
strays that have finally
found their way home
to ever-thirsty earth
i lost time to the rain
its singing in my ears
its beating in my chest
and now all i have
left to write about
are the errant drops
strays that have finally
found their way home
to ever-thirsty earth
the leaves
might amplify
the notes
make each drop
sound deeper
than it is
but even
without them
there would be
no mistaking
the music
for anything
but life
windows are wide open
and i can hear
the dull roar of the ocean
falling from the sky
-illions of separated drops
scrambling to reunite
in the innumerable dips
and valleys and potholes
of my inner-city neighborhood
can’t even tell it happened
yesterday until you
notice how everything is
cleaner shinier the plants
even are a little greener
and you turn just so and
catch the smell of damp
earth and pavement still
lingering in the chill night air
seems those
silvery clouds
in the sky
this afternoon
weren’t simply
for show