We don’t have cloudbursts where I live (a poem)

I was listening to ‘Cloudburst on Shingle Street’ by Thomas Dolby, which got me to thinking about rain…

instead, the pavement darkens a shade or two
when no one is looking

high-school vanity, tourists, and transplants
fumble for their umbrellas

the local news talks about how this year’s rainfall
compares to last year’s at this time

the neighbor’s cat watches
from under the porch

and when I lock the door before going out
I mutter, “Rain. I didn’t order rain…”

(7 May 2020)

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