Missing

 

It rained last night.

But I didn't know it then

Lack of insomnia

Asleep before the waterworks began

 

I missed my favorite pastime

by seven and a half hours.

I missed the sound of thunder

Threatening to leave

I missed the darkest clouds

simply let themslves go

I missed the pitter pat

of the persistent drops

bearing themselves unto a single leaf

sitting outside my sill

I missed the destruction

of a child's chalk masterpiece

washing away into the gutter

I missed sitting upon my open window

with soaked and heavy hair

shivering bare limbs

and the colors of my notebook

bleeding and blending together

i missed it.

 

Only the purple mountains in the distance

shrouded in mist

greyer sidewalks

the remnants of a dark sky

and seven little droplets running down the pane

are all that hint rain has ever been.

 

It rained last night

but I didn't know it then

Lack of insomnia

Asleep before the waterworks began

 

I missed it.