When it Rains, It Pours

When it rains, it pours.


Living here,

When it rains, it does not pour.

It drips, and drizzles, and mists.

It sits gray and damp and heavy

Without a proper soaking.

There are no absurdly big puddles to dodge

or jump in with both feet.

There are no inverted umbrellas, giving up the ghost,

or real soakers that invite you to scream around outside.

I know that this business of raining, and pouring,

is meant to speak of

too much, overwhelming, piling on,

but honestly,

it’s the constant drip, drip, drip

that feels more likely to

drown me.


5 thoughts on “When it Rains, It Pours

  1. OMG – after the last few soakers that we have had, I would take your drips and drizzles. I drove about 8 hours in the rain last weekend but could not come up with a way to describe it. Sometimes it was like your rain; at other times though it was a beastly soaker!

    Thanks for the great description!

  2. drips, drizzle and mist does sound a lot more dreary. Last line is powerful “feels more likely to drown me” So much for the first day of spring…but I suppose it takes spring showers to bring flowers!

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