Down Came The Rain

There wasn't an instant of realization,
nor a moment of recognition
Only silence
Down came the rain

There wasn't an ounce of trepidation
nor a moment of caution
Only Merry-go-round plastic animals
Down came the rain

There wasn't a glimpse of derelection
nor a moment of demolition
Only ringing on a September day
Down came the rain

There wasn't a bit of instigation
nor a moment of attention
Only vowing on a September night
Down came the rain

There wasn't a hint of rigid motion
nor a moment of reflection
Only laying on a hotel bed
Down came the rain

There wasn't a speck of consecration
nor a moment of hesitation
Texts never read
Down came the rain

There wasn't a clear benediction
nor a moment of exquisite tension
Only dirt falling on your coffin
Down came the rain.....

....

For you.

My little girl. You were mine too, you know? I loved you from the moment you were born.

You know who you are and were to me.

The last time we spoke was September 19, 2011, for a little over 11 minutes. I think the last thing we said was we love each other and I probably told you to take it easy. I am boring in that way, repeating myself. You told me that once in anger a long time ago. You were right. Look how many times I repeat myself in this poem.

It rained here, the day after you took your own life. That seemed like the only thing it could do.

I had no clue in the world that this was coming.

I wish I could go back in time and say or do the right thing to stop you from what you did on the day after your wedding to that horrible person.