And it rains
I planted my garden
seed in black soil
and it rains.
I buried my friend
coffin in brown soil
and it rained.
I wrecked my car
blood and glass on asphalt
washed pink in the rain.
I sprinted down the street
picked you up off your feet
your face stained by tears and rain.
I sat on the porch.
Draws on my pipe, pulls of bourbon
and it rains.
I fitfully sleep
in the thunder and the heat
tin roof singing from the rain.
No matter the season
in nature or my life
the one constant
bathing it all in cool twilight
falling from the heavens
just like tonight
it rains.