And even the rain (l)

It has been raining for a while now. What does rain do to the spirit and the mind, its mysterious combination of sadness and joy, melancholy and awakening?

 

Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.
I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.”
Jack Gilbert

 Image by Mariko Evans: "He remembers nothing but that rainy day."