rain

Rain has returned
Winter’s fickle nature
overturning hope

I cower beneath
bedsheets, body
on fire – await

an impulse greater
than this pain –
creativity the antidote.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.

Rainstorm

Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.

I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing

Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking

clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow

and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.

Pummelling the roof
hardened droplets
drown out my thoughts

deafening, ridiculing
Nature’s curious
declaration of power

threatens, instructs
humility; a discordant
roar stifling creativity.