“The rain falls where it wishes
There’s not much I can do about it”
Why would you do anything to the rain?
There is a joy in raindrops,
That is separate from any comparisons to tears.
You have not laughed until you have been caught
with sodden sneakers,
and dripping hair
by an unexpected torrent
with nowhere to go but further into the rain.
Raindrops can never be separated from tears –
persistent tears that will not be stemmed
after something sharp pierced the pipeline
and yet laughter still leaks out of bitter tears.
Joy and sorrow
The rain falls on two bodies
Tidally locked in sodden dance
Take the rain away
The planets spin out
Drifting into the cold dark night.