First Rain

Walking to my car
in a warm day
and there it is… wet floors
water, touching my face.
landing on my glasses.
“What the hell?”
“Why now?”
I say to myself out loud.

The first rain
not in a good place.
I’m not prepared for it.
My favorite rain.
Not when I’m expecting it.

It was supposed to be a lovelier morning.

Now I’m in my office.
Standing, facing the window
Watching the rain pouring down the street.

It’s dark outside and it’s almost noon.

The first rain
not in a good place.
I’m not prepared for it.
My favorite rain.
Not when I’m expecting it.

 

October 21st, 2018

 

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