Will It Ever Stop

Everyone complains when it rains. Rain tantalizes,

fills me with anticipation and gratification,

recognition that redemption is on the horizon.

My soul burns with fire

hit with a live wire until

goose bumps rise on my skin

Wait and watch diamond sparkles water curtains fall

from a vivid bright lit up silver sky

iridescent gray shaded clouds move high

Sitting in a soft luminous green velour parsons chair

watching through my plate glass window

from my 16th floor perch

Gazing through the sheets of rain

I am transposed to a different time,

Contemplation of gains or losses,

how much garbage can I toss or give away

find people to buy what I can no longer use

I compose a poem and string words along

wonder if I’ll truly belong anywhere or go anyplace ever again

No place to call my own, no home no

Love left me alone again soul searching for diversion

I enter seclusion and decide the rain is nothing but a mist

and the sun has won out

It’s time to get out of the house once more