PAD 3

The Problem With Rain

I'm afraid it starts from the very beginning
vast floods, ruined dresses, disasterous hairdos

And remember how it was
flushing away the baseball game
any six year old would have been excited for
We didn't travel that far to eat four dollar pretzels
in the catacombs of the park

And remember how it was
darkening the sugar sands
any vacationing family would have longed for
No water-resistant sandcastles
no rain burns
not to mention no flying kites

And remember how it was
closing down the joy
any beating heart would render
for the new and limitless thrill
of love
that second date in the city washed out

And remember how it is
the insurgent contemplation
harvested with chaotic perturbation
wanting to claim
a love of the rain
when only manifesting irritation