If I Was the Rain
If I was the rain
I'd be wary of
...friends like me;
one of those
"fair weather" friends
who curse my
unexpected arrival
on inopportune days
-but then cajoled and
praised when needed.
If I was the rain
would it be wrong for me
to feel used when
I am welcomed in the one
and shunned in the next?
At sad times I'm told
I contribute to the pain,
but then, a work of wonder,
as I meander on the window
or a tympani of pitter-patter
tapping on the roof.
I would just want to be me - and alone
if I was the rain...
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2020
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