When The Rain Comes...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the rain comes suddenly
it is the least expected and
we have no umbrella and
we curse the day, the sun
for not coming when needed
we stay indoors, savoring
silence instead, and time
is a walking stick, we want
it to fly, but its wings are clipped
like paper bills,

what can we do? we do not own
this situation. Our suffering and
impatience change us, we explore
new ways,

you walk into the rain, and i follow,
you look at the sky and drink drops,
and you start to play and dance,
and we begin to like what
we are doing,

we befriend what we think are
our enemies, we cannot go away
from them, we join them, but
we create a distance, a space,
and we show that we are enjoying
events despite,

we are wet, and happy, and the
rain stops and we go back indoor,
change clothes and

make peace, make love,
make the most
of what is there.