It’s Just the Rain

I’ve been fallow, 

Lost in the angers, fears, un-understandables...

The own creative mine of me sleeping, 

Stunted and afraid. 

But as I flipped through a magazine tonight 

With unseeing eyes,

On a page, a rush of words,

Poesy, 

Perhaps reminding me some 

Way to better balance. 

Even a hard rain, though, 

Like in this moment, once

Familiar in the way of comfort

Now frightens me. 

And what is happening is 

Everywhere unimaginable 

Now, 

I do not know what to do 

With this

And so, and

So I will just let it be.