Rain Poem by Chaz Walker

Rain



The rain is falling
In my coffee
And I’m like
What the hell.

I place my hand
Over the cup
And I get soaked.

So I rush to the car
Like a vaudeville
Comedian,
Powerwalking

Like an unfit date,
The way quaint
Files a complaint
To the Weather
Channel.

And I think
Should I go on
Reciting this poem
In my head?

When I get to the car
Will I write it down?
No. I’ll just stick
To the phrase:

The rain is falling
In my coffee
And I'm like
What the hell.

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