2024 NaPM 04 April

[brynmawr1]

Of a Kind

No two rains are ever the same
and a poet must play the adjective game
to set a true and tangible scene.
 
Today, she may be blessed in the west
                                                               yet cussed and cursed in the east,

but tomorrow is tomorrow
                                   and    winds 
      change.
 
You and I
first date
just done dinner and drinks
laughing our asses off
running to the car
in that delicious downpour
me fumbling and failing
to cover your head 
with a stolen menu
and you whispering 
something about chivalry being alive

and well, 
that's all I need to know about rain.

So delicious I might keep coming back for a snack.