The Rain
it’s raining
outside my window
the kind of rain
that tells me
summer’s over
and fall is here
and I can’t help but think
would I still love the rain
if I lost all I had
to it
if somebody I loved
drowned in it
if all the pets got lost
in it
if the house I lived in
disappeared in it
if the business I built
sunk down in it
if the car I drove
submerged in it
if all the photos
got smeared in it
if all I owned
now
was the shirt on my back
the shoes on my feet
if all I had was me
and my precious baby
and we had to start all over
from the ground up
would I search the clouds
and spot the sun
would I stare at the sunset
and wake with the rise
would I see the moon
and all the stars
would I look around
at all the devastation
and see past it
somehow
would I know
I’d have a home again
a kitchen to cook a meal in
a place to wash and dry my clothes
my own bed, my own pillow
a car to drive down the street in
work to go back to
new photos in the frames
would I look up
at the clouds turning gray
and watch the drops
roll down the pane
like all the tears I cried
tell me …
would I
would I still love
the rain
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