Rain drops—
an inverted flock hanging
on blue laundry line

Rain weights
radiant clematis petals
white to earth

Rain gleams
dull surfaces
darkens others

The bounce, the tap,
pelt, pinprick, splat of rain

In pockmarked laneways, rain migrates
into mosaic of mirrors

The lullaby of rain on the roof
blur of rain on my glasses

Cancelled bike ride, wet shoes,
unmown lawn of rain

Destroyed crop of
saved crop of

Rain is
without rationale
without reproach

Rain rains

It is we who suffer
the melancholy of meaning.

SIGN UP FOR OUR NEWSLETTER. Get the weekly roundup from The Walrus, a collection of our best stories, delivered to your inbox. Learn More »

Elsewhere on TheWalrus.ca