I found the rain gauge yesterday
Broken in the bottom of a box
On the back porch, cornered
Today it was raining
Beautiful defiance of the rain
Unmeasured
Taunting me
So I walked to work in the rain
Thinking I probably wouldn’t get that wet
But the rain, still unmeasured,
Taunted me again
So I sit barefoot at the office
Shoes propped up against the wall
And such
There’s the faint warble
The rain makes to your eyes
As you strain to see from a window
If there’s still rain
And it’s funny how the rain
When we are in full drought
And needing rain so bad
And depleting our ground stores
And shrinking the clay around the foundation
And rippling the wood and tile and counters from each other
Because it’s a drought and not just in word but deed
But the rain
Still unsettles some
From their rainless routine
But to me!
It’s rain! Real rain
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