Rain

finally I wake to the sound of rain,

a steady drumming on the skylight,

the sky dark and brooding, holding

promises of many hours of rain.

my bicycle sits in the rain and will

sit all day, alone, in the rain; the

windshield wipers will squeak on

every sweep, complaining, when

I leave by bike alone in the rain

and drive the old red heap to work,

she hates to move from her

favorite parking spot where she

can look skyward and watch the

hours of rain stream across her

face.