Rain Walk Poems

Weather Girl

Changeable days and reflections

I’m cloudy

I’m sunny

I’m gray

I shine

Splashing my way through my day

Like a duck in a puddle

I’m washable

I dry out quickly

And I look a little cleaner

Every time it rains

It makes me shoot up like a weed

Sprout flowers

And send out tendrils everywhere

It curls my hair

So maybe I don’t care if people call me moody

Stormy

Crybaby

I feel the world through each and every turn

Every revolution is charted in my heart

And I breathe the way the world breathes

And I cry the way the world cries

And I smile each and every day

Ignored Advice

Don’t walk in the dark

It’s fraught with peril

Don’t walk in the rain

You’ll catch a cold

Don’t live in your life

You’ll wind up dead

Don’t act for yourself

You’ll make a mistake

Stay cocooned, coddled, protected

Stay in bed

Under the covers

Safe

Let things happen

To other people

And watch them on TV

You may feel restless

A little bit bored

But it will be painless

Don’t smile at a stranger

He will follow you home

Don’t kiss that boy

You’ll catch a disease

Don’t wish for what’s better

It will all end in tears

If you live in your life

You’ll just end up mangled

And fearful

And sad

If you live in your life

You’ll just end up tangled

And tearful

And mad

Or

If you live in your life

Take long walks in the rain

Make decisions

Have big dreams

Kiss boys and just smile

You still wind up safe at home

With a head full of joy

Too Sweet

Gingerbread gets eaten

Icing just melts away

Architecture too sweet for this day

Forms its own cavities

And falls into decay

Leaving gaps in the railings

A sore spot in my eye

And a desire for endless cans

Of rich enamel paints

In aquamarine and passion pink

To paint the ladies

With former glory

Til they outshine the bungalows and ranch style homes

That crowd against their delicate shoulders

And make them feel so small and unloved

Unwanted

Dilapidated

Decayed

Fill in the cracks

Lacquer the nails

Capture the glow

Of a ridiculously optimistic era

Where bright colors and frills

Were meant to last forever