rainy sunday night

You love the rain.

I never did.

     I never knew the desperation of drought
     what it feels like when your land is so thirsty
     it cracks up beneath your feet -

when you never get introduced
to the concept that water is scarce
it seems a hassle to have it
fall on your head.

It rained today;
the air was cold, the street was wet
and while I wasted my time
waiting on a train
I wasted it
listening to the soft splitter-splatter of the rain,
too.

These days
when it rains
when the clouds hang fat and full
in the sky
and someone complains,
calling the weather a bother, a disgrace -

I think "you would love this" instead.

Loving you
didn't make me love the rain
but it made me think of you
whenever I look out and the sky is full of clouds
and the rain splitter-splatters heavily
against my umbrella -

and that is almost the same thing.