Jessica Lee

I was waiting for rain
The days were chilly with fog
That crept silent and still along the ground
For days it lingered, waiting quietly
Weaving downward through winter-bare trees
Through dark streets, through high, wind-raped grasses

A coaxing lover who leaves as quickly as arrived

Then, the rain fell diagonally, a tease of wet drops
Trickling through a window left open
A parable of the blind, feeling it’s way incessantly
It did not hold back (my world a basin)
So empty and waiting
It fell at once, softly, a gentle rain
Dripping feverishly into gutters
And damp mossy porches and slimy embankments
My breath became the once lingering fog
And the air hung like a blanket
Thick with words and silently falling drops
That glinted like milky stars
In the glow of street lights and window lamps
My thoughts, ever extraneous, fell quietly among them
When I say the nights were chilly…full…expecting
I meant that the days were anxious as well
Like a child who cannot sit still
And I…
I waited for rain