It’s Just Rain.
What Happens When It Rains
Photo by Erik Witsoe on Unsplash
It’s a rainy day on a Monday morning and I’m in my room
Which happens to be my favourite place to be when it rains
Because I can lie down and hear the sounds of the rain
The movement of cars slowing down on the road
The clanging of doors from the neighbour
And so I begin to think to myself that I must act swiftly
To think deeply
To reflect on something
Anything…
It’s a rainy day on a Monday morning and I’m in my room
Thinking about that boy I once liked
We sat in his car while it rained because he wanted to listen to how it fell
And I said okay.
I looked out his car window as the rain was light and it sounded calm
And I closed my eyes
And I thought to myself that well; this is different.
This is really quite nice.
It’s a rainy day on a Monday morning and I’m in my room
Flipping tirelessly through old diaries, books and journals to convince myself
That today I am going to write something new and something good
But I can’t keep a straight face as my words are all over the place.
It’s a rainy day on a Monday afternoon and I’m in my room
Thinking about where I’ve been
Thinking about that simple day
Three black girls in Queens who sat on the couch to watch a movie
And we laughed.
And we talked.
And it was really such a good day.
It’s a rainy day on a Monday afternoon and I’m in my room
Which happens to be my favourite place to be when it rains
Thinking about that dream I had where I was riding a bike on a sidewalk
On a grey day where it seemed like the rain had just settled
And I appeared calm as I was heading somewhere with such certainty.
It’s a rainy day on a Monday morning and I’m in my room
Which happens to be my favourite place to be when it rains
Not outside being drenched by it all as I try to protect my braids
Not outside where I fuss with this little umbrella which won’t stay open
Not outside because the rain will ruin my day
But inside right here in my room, the rain becomes the best part of my day
But inside right here in my room, I admire how the rain falls in its own unique way and I’m so glad
I’m so glad that it rains when I’m in my room because these little drops of water are beautiful
Because these thunderous sounds are musical
Because its messy effects are marvellous
And you said it’s just rain.