Wednesday, April 08, 2020

The sky lowered,
dropped sheets upon sheets,
drenched trees and streets.

Our family: parents and kids,
stepped from the store for home.
No car. No choice but to go.
No way to evade the rain,
we befriended it:
   took to the gutters,
   sang, “Singing in the Rain,”
   waved to drivers, inching along,
   hailed their honks,
   trooped upstream and down,
   weighty water plastering pants,
   shirts, to skin,
   soaked socks squishing.

On kitchen tiles
we heaped our clothes
in sopping piles.

Under hot showers,
we welcomed more
of water’s wily powers.

Tom Keene
1970’s