overnight rain
thoroughly thrumming
without meter
or rhyme
pulsing peace
longing hearts cry
to hear and feel
such reliable
steadiness
always
but then,
of course,
water upon water
upon water
brings
drenched destruction
and drowning
folly to wish
for eternal sameness
even when a moment
seems.
so.
right.
time to
stop being surprised
when
things.
don’t.
last.
yet a curious cadence
remains
always;
often a beat peculiar
not only in
a morning rain,
but
in the inexorable
march onward
toward something
new.
see? now the rain
is done.
but you are not.
what does this day
have to offer?
pulsing peace
thoroughly thrumming
without meter
or rhyme
defying atrophy 