rain

I hear it patter-pitter-pattering across the glass and landscape 

Below and besides and oftentimes 

The soothing quality is lost in the heaviness

Of the pressure system that surrounds every nerve 

Across our skin and sends signals that confuse 

Or delight depending on the day, the mood, the circumstance

But always pressure on all sides 

When it could be different—

It could be soothing loveliness that blesses, not divides

It could be light and bright refreshment found 

When the sounds come patter-patter-pittering across the glass

So gentle and kind like the caress of droplets on roses 

The refreshing caressing blessing of rain in spring