Overcast
even through open windows
you can’t hear the rain.
What I would do
for a little violence
in our weather.
Stillit’s been like this all day
unthundering
you come home to find mestaring through the drizzle
and with your hand
on my forehead
tell me
I don’t look well
how upliftingand I can’t say
how beautiful you are
only that the rainis incomplete.
