there’s nothing to write here
there’s no reason to this
it’s just rain
it’s just another rainy day
and it’s cloudy and gray, of course
and there are people with umbrellas of course
and school kids run along laughing and holding books over their heads
of course
and the tough ones don't run they walk cause they're tough, of course
and everyone’s running in and out of cover of course
and jumping over puddles, naturally
and hopping in and out of cars and on and off buses
obviously
and looking out the window, as one does
looking out at the rain
falling
like it always ever does
the crows still caw and the seagulls squawk
the cats slink around and hide under doorways and windowsills
the dogs just stare out melancholy from under stairwells
the street sweeper still sweeps (with a raincoat on, of course)
it's not a disaster, this
it's not that bad this
maybe we'll tell stories about this
stories of buses missed and connections lost
of puddles splashed and things gone wrong
things we'll laugh about
and talk about
and discuss over a hot tea
sheltered and dry
feeling cozy with our friends and loved ones about
and maybe think of those who are no longer with us
or days long gone when things were maybe much better
or much worse
and sigh with nostalgia or relief about
but really
we're mostly not all that bothered by this
and sure
we're not overjoyed either
as we scurry around under our umbrellas
and laugh and run to our schools
and hide in and out of cover
and jump over our puddles
and hop in and out and in and out of our cars and buses
and stare out our windows
and hide under our stairwells and doorways and windowsills
sure
sure
nothing great is happening here, or anything terrible
it's just the rain
simple normal rain
falling on us all
