Things are wrapping up in Emporia.
Sparkle & Shine.
Rachel
The Last
Rainy Poem I Make on My Balcony in Emporia
I had just thought of a
title to a poem I could write
and the rain picked up.
How did it know I was bad at titles?
It was like the rain
thought I had a good idea and started to pour;
urging me to go on. It
wanted more.
I wrote the title to this
poem and the thunder rumbled.
I didn’t know the rain
& thunder were such fans.
I kept writing and it
kept pouring.
Giving me something to
write about.
As if it wanted me to
write about it.
Or maybe it wanted to
give me one last good storm to write to
on this beloved balcony
I’ve had so many memories on.
I’ve been kissed on this
balcony
and I’ve watched the rain
kiss the pavement from here too.
I’ve cried here and I
have written moments.
My neighbor came out to
sit and watch rain too.
Asked me, “Poetry or
story?”
I answered, “Poetry.”
It was another moment to
tell me this is what I am meant to do.
Thank you, rain. Thank you, neighbor. Thank you, God.
Thank you, rain. Thank you, neighbor. Thank you, God.
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