The Bad Weather Club
All it takes to join is a love
of the majority of rain,
rain cut on the bias and rain
light as seaspray and,
especially, rain right before
it is rain, dark sky
during day, birds whooping
and trilling their
faces off, leaves on the trees
twitching, fingers on
piano keys. Our clubhouse
is made of glass,
we spend our meetings gazing
out, chanting, let it
not clear quite yet. That’s it.
Do not confuse us
with the Cheerers of Calamity,
it’s not destruction
we love, but the clouds, hands
held over our heads.
Nice interpretation in the appreciation of a solemn soft rain.
ReplyDeletethe naturalness of its coming and the human welcoming.
Gracias
I think yesterday's drenching rain qualified us for the club, maybe with lifetime membership. I can't remember so much rain coming at once, immediately stopping, then starting again. We were inundated.
ReplyDeleteLike "rain cut on the bias"!
I really the leaves as piano keys and the closing hand over our heads. I'd say you've got the calmness right without oversimplifying it into polyanna-hood.
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