A gentle, mourning summer rain
pronounces itself dead on arrival
as it hits the hard, grass covered ground,
giving life to those who survive its purpose
while keeping others under the porch,
preventing us from interfering as life births lifeand birds sing solemn songs
in the humid, sultry air that binds us
all together in these memories;
desperately, the gentle, mourning rain continues
its escape from a depressing sky and we
commiserate together both the journey
and the feeling but not the rebirth unless
it is these thoughts I fathered today.
July 12, 2012
From the It’s Raining Outside Today Poem Series #1
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