“and this rain is nothing, really.

there was the time it poured,

out of the blue–or nearly

(nothing’s ever quite out of the blue)

and stayed 5 whole days

so that our gutters overran

and the kids splashed in the front yard pond.

But the sun came out,

burned through that gauzy cloud.

It will be the same today.

See the yellow glow,

the sade light mood-joy

oranging to bright again?

Soon the street will dry and

soon the gloom will pass

and soon we’ll swim in sparkled

light.”

–

…the trolly swishes water on my shoes.

the soaking bench beside sits empty.

and here I sit.

alonely.

making speeches up

to air

…while the patient sun

slowly,

burns away that gauzy cloud.