WHEN THE HARD RAIN FALLS


 

Nobody dry

no rest or ease

 

water spouts

from a dark green sky


no place tight

or safe or sure


when winds uproar

each casement hums

 

we drift unmoored

as the hard rain drums


on roofs and eaves.





Version first published in Love & the Pandemic: An Anthology (Moonstone Press, Philadelphia), March 2021