Poem of the Day 10/12/20

The gentle tapping

Of the rain on the rooftop

As I lie, holding you

Poem of the Day 9/2/20

Soft rain on my feet

A steel grey sky wraps the morning

Like a cool blanket

Torrents of rain fall

Filling the night with their sound

As I lay, holding you

The driving rainfall,

Wraps our house in a rush of sound

As I drift to sleep

I wake up to the sound

Of the wind howling

And the drumming of the rain

And I think of Elmore James playing

“The Sky is Crying”

A warm cup of coffee in my hand,

I find the song and sit,

Listening to the guitar and the rain and the wind.

These are the slow blues days,

These are the Murakami days,

These are the warm coffee, cold-wind days.

Play me the crying skies, play me the wind beginning to howl,

Play me a sad song for the dreadful wind and rain

And I will listen.

Just before dawn, rain

breaks from the sky, driving down

filling the air with sound

Only it ever rains
Forever gray the skies
A cheap plastic clock
Says “Life is tick-tick-ticking by”

Will the rivers test their banks?
Will the flowers grow?
Will there be sun for our tomorrows?

Ask the rain-

She alone knows