Rain in May? May 5, 2025

We say out of nowhere

but it’s from somewhere

a blockade of clouds

gathers, squeezes sprinkles

onto the patio, drops

little bombs that dance

on the pond

with wind, the chimes

sing their sad flat notes

and the light is gauze-

filtered through the gloom

my attention to detail

is because we don’t

understand rain in May

the month the sun is a

hot iron on the skin

our fierce bright hero

is nowhere to be found

well, we say nowhere but

mean she is somewhere

and we all know where

above it all, looking for cracks

in the barricade of gray to send

a sign of life in a ray of hope, to

let us know she is still there

and she promises

today it won’t burn