I’ve Gotten Used to the Rains

I’ve gotten used to the rains: 
the kind that pants, 
that sweats, that stains.
Plastic poncho biking birds,

monitor lizards enjoying a swim in the drain. 
The tepid stance of a security guard, 
his moist lips speaking words 

in a listless refrain. 
Before the forge of iron,
the flash, the quench,
the quiet way I 
need not explain. 

Dull days pull me close with
their drip, drip, drip;
the widening circle’s gain.
Mahjong tiles in a pile,
blessings for the daily grain.
 
The soft way strangers share shelter,
make offering together, 
and wait until the downpour loses its arm wrestle 
with the sky, to grudgingly concede the season’s victory— 
but one not likely to remain.

Cover Art: Constantin Roucault

6 responses to “I’ve Gotten Used to the Rains”

Experience Film

A dull day pulled close, personified, heartened💙🦎☔️🌹

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  And it persists. As Thailand mourns in mandatory black, ‘the sun for sorrow will not show its head.’
  
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  1. Experience Film
    
    Ah I just learned of the passing of Queen Mother Sirikit. Thank you🇹🇭👑🖤🙏
    
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johnlmalone

there are lovely images that ‘anchpr’ this poem: that arm wrestle, those Mahjong tiles, the ‘tepid stance’ of that security guard: well observed — and recorded 🙂

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. I’d love to report the rains had lost the arm wrestle over the weekend, but they continue here.
  
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  1. johnlmalone
    
    those rains ! they can be persistent 😦
    
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