Why Is It That I Love The Rain

Shown at the 2016 Alameda County Fair

Why is it that I love the rain?

Is it the water sign of my zodiac

or the comfort of being surrounded by the heaviness?

Is it my private personal space

under the arch of my umbrella

or the greenness and new life that grows after the showers?

Perhaps the petrichor entices me-

the smell of the earth after rain,

or falling asleep to the pitter-patter

dancing on the roof.

Often the slippery sidewalks

parallel the reflections of

the boots and raincoats ambling by.

Maybe these concrete mirrors,

these windows of an overturned world,

are the world I want to live in.

The droplets weigh the flowers down,

like the weight of the world 

that rests upon my shoulders.

They stream across the windows

like the tears shed by Mother Nature

as she cries for the destruction of the Earth.

Why is it that I love the rain?

Is it the water sign of my zodiac

or the comfort of being surrounded by the heaviness?

Is it my private personal space

under the arch of my umbrella

or the greenness and new life that grows after the showers?