Day 295: April Showers Misery

 

Damn rainy days in the midst of sunny ones. It's always a shock, always disheartening. 

Especially if you equate the rain with other things like Jack Gilbert does here - other things like misery and despair and the terrible lack of joy that comes from missing someone.

 

Rain - Jack Gilbert

Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
and the browns gone gray
and yellow
a terrible amber.
In the cold streets
your warm body.
In whatever room
your warm body.
Among all the people
your absence.
The people who are always
not you.

I have been easy with trees
too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
suddenly
this rain.