Outside My Window Vi Poem by Frank Avon

Today it is raining.
Not just drizzling,
but not a downpour,
dribbling steadily
on the concrete walk,
bouncing the leaves
of the redbud tree,
weighing down the roses,
soaking the wisteria
which stands an umbrella
over its patch of ground.

The day lilies are trying
to blossom for their one day.
The flowers just transplanted
are standing resolute,
showing their colors.

A gray day,
a gray day.

We need the sun,
the blooms and I,
as much or more
than we needed rain.

I need, I need
to be young again,
in sun or in rain.