Rain

There's something calming in a good hard rain,

Something that simply does a body good;

That quiets an unquiet, rowdy brain.

I love to hear it rattle on the hood

Of the parked cars that line the neighborhood

Which will not move, as long as it goes on.

I listen longer than I likely should,

Out of the evening, deep into the dawn,

Until the rain itself is dried and gone,

And everything is quiet but my mind.

I watch the flowers bloom across my lawn,

Christened with rain, ecstatic, unconfined,

And know we are alike. The downpour brings

A quiet music to which all life sings.