Time seems to move slower when it rains
Cars hesitate before they turn
Bird wings lag as raindrops batter their feathers
The world seems small and heavy
Murky puddles are dumbbells on Earth's surface
Green leaves sag under the weight of pelting beads
Looming storm clouds shrink my small town
It’s tiresome to merely stare out the window
And watch the awkward jog of raincoats
Dodge each other on the sidewalk
I find it difficult to get rid of shirts that I wore when I was thirteen.
Since I know how much I used to love them.
I sense she would feel betrayed if she saw it
Every year the lines in her face deepen
Her lips turn slightly thinner
And her hands somehow grow softer
Yet her laugh remains the same
Her smile still as wide
My first car has absorbed the beauty of your soul
The wholeness of your heart
Your voice rushes through the air vents and echoes through the quiet space
It blows the flyaways of my hair
Comments
I feel the true dreariness of a rainy day inside as I read this. The drab image of someone staring out their window at people jogging, trying to stay dry, is especially strong.
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