Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Rain

rain, a woodpecker on the windowpane,
while I read Gone Girl
later, a deluge
insensate flow of blues music
until cloud edges beamed with light

its bird eyes now beg forgiveness
for which I cannot tell: back porch
or feet soaking under water, or
the shadow on the puddle, mine

yet it was me who didn’t close the door
it was me who let things flounder
and it is me who can never stop the falling



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Prompt: rain, showers, and/or clouds