he wakes his love

dark rumble

over lush surface

she feels his insistence

a building deluge

that can no longer be denied

cloudbursts profess

his love unbound

as she achingly pulls

every aqueous droplet offered

into her substratum

for she knows

this is life itself

spent, he deeply inhales

the rising aromatic nectar

of their liaison

upon her landscape

When the rain stops, I put on my boots.

It was worm-stomping time.

I put on my coat, all ready to go,

to go commit my crime.

Glorified spaghetti noodles rise up -

My rubber boots stomped DOWN!

As I committed my massacre,

I mused if worms could drown.

I tested this in a puddle,

squishing their soft pink heads.

They didn't really react,

so I stomped more instead.

Worms are worms.

Make them squirm.

That's all I have to say.

you know the darkness?

(clouds overhead)

the greyness. when it rains

we sleep under this sky,

letting rain fall in between each breath,

oozing between our waking thoughts and

our dreams.

like darkness.

shadows starved -

wrapping their hungry hands around

the light, squeezing the water out,

letting it fall.

freezing rain.

reflecting that darkness back,

seeing faces you don't recognize.

(rain-soaked teeth)

gnawing on the flesh,

cold and too proud.

solitary.

rain light.

greying skin,

watermarks across the bone.

you know the darkness.

rain between the sinew and blood.

flooding the system:

grey sky in your skull seeping into your dreams.

rain water,

mirrors,

clouds overhead.

I’ve been here before, loving someone else more

Than I love myself.

How many times will I lose, if I choose

Another person of poor character?

Fairytales fed me lies, while my unacknowledged cries

Will go on, unnoticed.

Meeting someone heartless and cold, you are no longer bold

You’re just a shell.

Loneliness is my closest friend, I wish God could send

Me an Angel.

Is there anything to ease the suffering and pain, what does he think he has to gain

From committing endless acts of cruelty and selfishness?

Why go on and pretend we have something real, when he can fake what he feels

I am no longer the person I once was, but rather just a shadow because

I am a person with unrequited love.

It only comes out when it rains.

the heavy feeling in your chest

it presses your lungs so you can't speak

so there is no way to tell others how you're feeling

but you don't know what you would say

it also wouldn't matter

there is no one there

because you feel so alone

in a room full of people and you can't make a connection

so you lose your emotions

and love

and energy

not just for the people you care about

but the things you do

the books you love to read are fading from the pages

the shows you watch are uninteresting

and the people you love are just people

so now you are stuck

you have to feel that weight

because that dark heaviness is all there is

eventually, you find comfort in that feeling

to the extent that when the days come when you are okay

you self-sabotage until you find that comfort again

but at the end of the day

it is still hurt that you are feeling

and you are still sick

this feeling will continue to bottle up

it will fill until the pressure breaks you

and the feeling is pouring through the cracks of you

coming down like rain.

And it only comes out when it rains.

But when it rains,

it pours.

There is rarely a day

in the heat of L.A.

when Manny can

show out his style.

He’s been known to pout,

and dance about

while awaiting the weather’s wiles.

But once he discovers

the chance for cloud cover

Manny can hardly contain,

the excitement that grows,

between chin and toes

as he pulls out his costume again:

A trench coat as black,

as his fedora hat

with stockings

and wing-tips to match.

Taken together

the cotton and leather

and bare knees

all make a strange batch.

So I’ll give you a tip,

never let your guard slip

as innocents are easily fooled.

If Manny asks whether

you’re liking the weather

then you are about to be tooled.

So Quick! Close your eyes!

Turn your head to the side…

you can’t say you haven’t been warned!

If the weather gets crazy,

and L.A. turns hazy,

the rains’ only half of the storm!

The solute awaits the missing solvent

Inchoate alchemy yet to mix

And create the solution

The solution ensnares missing charges

That attracts right stuff

For the stuffing stirring in the cauldron

The cauldron effervesces

Each blob of bubbled plasma'nauts

Burst into the airs of possibility

The possibility of solution as the fruit

Come to fruition

And life just pours out

It just pours out when it rains

Open your mouth

And taste life's sweet nectar

Sweet nectar nourishment

Take not cover from the rain

That provides the solution

The solution is the otherwise immiscible

But collects ready-for-child-like giddiness

That embraces life splashing in puddles

It only comes out when it rains.

I take a barrel. Collect. Each drop is my salvation. In final preparation.

My life's calling.

I'll do the cooking. My dirty laundry. All the neighbors will watch me.

"Due diligence?"

Due diligence.

Little birds will sit, barbs on the wire.

My sister will wash her hair.

Granny will water the plants.

They'll lock the stable. Turn down the veils.

"One, two, three. Stop."

One, two, three. Stop.

I fully expect rain, at my funeral march.

11.28.2023

It only comes out when it rains challenge @dctezcan

His woodwork sits undisturbed,

Expensive, he sacrificed

Holidays, he gave his

Hours and sweat to craft these

Things, is all they are.

He never saw the rainy day

His wood box was covered

With a star-spangled bower,

And the five who knew him know

In a dark corner, sawdust

Gathers in his wrinkles.

Though you come at a price,

You appear in the darkness

Spreading your own light,

I can't sleep without your soft weeps,

Soft-spoken,

you tell of a story nobody can recite

unless they listen through the night.

They point their fingers,

Quick to blame,

Say you're the reason

They can't light their flame.

Only when one truly pays with their time,

will they come to realize,

the beauty of your life.

My body filled with fear,

suddenly becomes numb

Because of your love.

Like a melancholy hug,

the rain leads the way,

like a light lit aflame,

on a dark pathway.

Will you continue to lead us the right way?

In my dreams, you will speak,

speak of the life you received,

You spread your wisdom,

So I can thrive.

When It's all over,

I stare at what you left behind,

pooling all around,

I wish to replay last night.