From the Notebook: The Rainy Season


The Rainy Season


I must never curse the rain.

Yes, some afternoons

I slouch beneath an umbrella

and wait for a slow red bus

near the twitching men

of Merced Park.

But I waited my whole life

to lie on this sofa

beneath a skylight

and listen to waterfalls

roar through the room.


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