Rainy days bring poetry....

Sonic Tectonic

Cold, slanted rain pelts my window

Like a beaded curtain swinging shut on summer

It is dark.

Blocking all rays reaching towards my memory

Of a lemon filled sky in a Caribbean sea

With white Greek bleached flour sack cloud islands to be visited

The autumn trees make my merry moment in the sun a ghetto

A former shadow of itself and unsubstantial, dark

Your rivers of words about facts and fun

Have become a downpour of abandoned feelings

Over flooding the land of reason

Vacation spots, if there weren’t volcanos popping up everywhere

I hope these are harmless

Dormant and dead with no active lava

Though if one blows,

I will cheer on the rain

To cool off and harden

So we can explore this moonscape

Navigating what is here

Still alive

To thrive after some more time goes by

And the sun returns

To dry reason

Where we stand