a non-ode to a rainy day

i have always adored the rain the soft winds that hit my roof when all the water in the world seems to pour down my window

outside scooping my little sister up shivering cold into my arms the kinds of memories you never forget

alone letting rain run down your cheeks like the tears you don’t have this is not sadness or grief

morning rain the peaceful puzzle of cloud sun and sky looking outside knowing you could stay in bed made you feel warm inside

watching old films inviting friends over walking in the mud returning to fresh clothes bringing my love into my self as i sip my lemon tea thinking of nobody else