November Rain
Pitter patter pitter patter
A constant
pommeling
pounding
Striking my window pane
relentlessly
Like it’s determined to barge in
This thunderstorm delivers the chill
Like the wind that hits my face each time I open the freezer
This rain keeps me
awake, cowering
This rain keeps me
under the covers
My son just jumped into bed with us
He hates it viscerally
Hands firmly over ears
Body kicking in protest
As the howling outside rises
another octave
The mercury drops
another degree
The pounding tempo
banging on glass
accelerates
Don’t get me wrong
I do love storms
As long as I’m indoors
But if I’m out or it’s this intense
I turn to putty in my Maker’s hands
Don’t get me wrong
I also hate storms
For what it does to my son
He can’t
concentrate
He can’t
retaliate
He simply
recants and
goes numb
This time of year
Rain comes daily uninvited
Cleansing soaking drowning
Dumping more, leaving a wreckage
My car turned eczema thereafter
In need of a new coat of paint
Oh this rain, like torrents of tears
from above
How I love the feeling it brings me
Refreshing
Enchanting
A midsummer night’s dream
Unending
November rain
Alluring
Echoing
Demanding
Reverberating.
