Rain came late this season,
And I was afraid it wouldn't come at all,
Standing me up
Like a train
That never comes
Or a friend
Who can't be bothered to call.
But it came to me
Falling on me in torrents
Soaking my hair, my clothes, my shoes

And so I find myself
Walking the early morning streets
All but alone:
Me,
The rain,
And the others who walked, too;
Also in love with the rain,
Perhaps;
Or maybe just hurried,
Not noticing its gentle caress
Of the trees
& grass,
& streets.

23 January 2009