Only Rain
Original published April 8, 2016 in These Fifty States
The last time the rain fell this hard
I wasn’t in Florida at all,
we were in Michigan
where the summer consumed us
we rolled up our pants and waded through city streets
full of car parts
Now I watch the rain
spit into itself
thunder
the gutter
the slow drip of our linens
the sky wrings itself out
Time, for me
seems to pass like this rain
that makes
all green
greener, all gray
grayer
that wails
to the ground then
shatters, spraying upward
the water falls into itself, and loses itself
to itself
Lawn chairs lean against the screened-in porch
palms dangle their fingers
banana leaves bend backwards and drip like tongues
It’s only rain
but it is everything