Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Without The Rain

Without the rain,
the soft pitter of drops,
I would not exist.
It is like that now.
The sound I crave
is the least intrusive.
I have tried to get used to the idea
of wailing,
screams, and shrieks.
But year after year,
it is always the same,
the sound I long for
is whispered,
gentle
as a lover kissing my ear.
A softness
I can sink down into
and inhale
like pink clouds
on their way to sunset.