rainfall: a poem

photo credit:Corey Leopold

i need to move somewhere where rainfall isn’t a cause for celebration

where it’s something so familiar and comforting

like a morning conversation with a good friend

not like an exceptional long distance phone call

that comes through only at the most opportune time

Writer’s note: It’s raining now, hence the inspiration behind this piece. As I live in a desert climate, there’s always mixed feelings about the coming of rain and I can never get enough of it. I know people who live in eternally drizzling spots of the country would argue with me about the wonders of it, but it really makes the city ( and me)  so relaxed and humble.


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