REIN THE REIGNING RAIN

Ode to March in Northern California

I pretend to
like the rain so I won’t
hate the rain -- the way it

slithers down the
window pane or taps
like a june bug on the
concrete or clicks its
feisty baton upon my
car yes I

pretend the
rain is my friend it washes
grit and debris off my
brain it sloshes buildup that’s
reigned in my
head it quashes
thoughts that haunt my
soul since I was
childhood I pretend

the rain is pure – then I
pretend to know what
pure is.

ryn.03.2006