this post is a continuation of my previous, previous, post entitled possibilities. In keeping with my obsession with rain emerges another poem.




why i write about the rain


this is my shot at light.

this motion

i've recopied

so many times

with my fingers

as if the gesture of wetness

is enough

to rectify

the original.

this is really not about rain

or its transparency

that i wrap around me

like a second skin,

this is my attempt

to find love,

in the strangest of places.

it is not rain

i am seeking

it's the meaning behind

every drop,

which carries its significance.

the possibility of making a rainbow

bending a light, (bending a body)

being at the right place,

at the right time. leaving my future

( at the hands of mercy)

that makes me fumble for each drop,

as if the continuance of the sound,

of raindrops,

echoing in the streets,

opens up another door,

to another one seeking.

Under the recipe of hope,

or inside the belly of the

Nothern star (madness)

somewhere,

in these lines

lies a trail of raindrops,

that i have sought & fought

hard to follow.

maybe in here,

in this accumulation of wetness,

you will find what you're looking

for. while i journey on

to write another poem

about the rain. Never giving up on a promise.

Never giving up on the secret hope,

that one day i wouldn't need another,

single drop of rain,

Stop.

I leave everything to chance


© em franco