Here’s a poem about rain. Though it doesn’t feel like the nice refreshing rain of on a Spring day.
Rain, Acid Rain
by Pam Kesterson
An aching response threatened by time.
Fear showering down like acid rain.
An inability to open my eyes of understanding
As if a drop of dilation
And the sunlight sensitized my pupils,
Futility seizing the moment,
to undo the progress of faith,
Like an opportunist.
Persistence is my only weapon,
And movement (however slight)
My only recourse.
Let me know your favorite rain poems since it’s that time of the year.