The rain missed us
This afternoon, but
We did not miss the
Rain. We expected
Drops to catch us
And looked up as
Clouds circled in a
Horizon above our
Heads, darkening in
That menacing way
They do when rain
Is in the forecast, a
Window of hours, an
Anticipation it could
Pour now or in four
Hours or we would
Dodge the event all
In all. The rain came
Later. We were home.
Is it the way that the sound
Lingers, providing its own
After glow? An echo of the
First rumble rumbles behind
Holding the sky while a flash
Flickers reminding me that
Thunder and lightning are a
Team, in an event like a relay,
Together they are the threat,
A storm brewing has brewed,
Filled the atmosphere with its
Effects. There is noise. There
Are raindrops dropping and
Dripping. There are visuals as
Light reinforces the promise
Of discomfort thunder made.
Straining for the sun and
Beaten down by winds or
Rain-soaked, tulips wonder
If they came up too soon.
My jacket, less than I need,
Makes me nod at this real
Concern. When the summer
Heats us beyond reason
Will we feel the winds and
Rain, miss the comfort of
Our discomfort, yearn for
Yesterday's wintry spring
What is your favorite season of year? Why?
You are the season of my year
The fall the winter spring and
The summer. I live in the time
You alot me. My winter is never
Too cold as long as you can be
Near. Summer is hotter when
You approach but I am happy to
Bear the heat. Cool falls and oh
So sweet mild springs round out
Our year. You are the season I
Love most. I live in the time we
Are alotted, one day one season
They used to peddle umbrellas for
Five dollars, maybe 3, hawking them
Whenever it rained. Their tones insistent,
A steady sales pitch of repetitions, Calling out the product they knew we Needed. You know you forgot it at home.
Umbrella... umbrella in the mellifluous
Timbre of the African diaspora. We have
Umbrellas. Singing out faster, then
Slurring the sound.They would say it Again, and again, umbrella, as if the words were part of the patter of the falling rain. "Umbrella. Umb-rella. Um-brellas. Five dollah. Who needs an umbrella today?" On a rainy day, this afternoon, Who doesn't need one. A small
Dark umbrella for three or five.
Tamara, really