sometimes I listen to rain
it seems to have much to say
like an old schoolmate in a cafe
the clouds helping to unseal the envelope or was it thunder?
cloud the envelope, the thunder the knife
was it beautiful
oh yes
rain spoke softly
with gusto
with formality
and amicability
the many faces and tones
like a child in play
or a lover feeling love
or a novelist writing in a grey world
pausing only to see the rays of sun.▬