Symphony of Wetness
By Daisy Dai
This rain feels like a shackle
around my ankle, chaining me
to my couch, making it so
I never want to leave my house, my TV, my blanket.
This symphony of wetness plays on with no conductor.
I just don’t care for the random
pittering of water, hostile bursts
of rumbling light, creating dissonance when
hitting my roof, my windowsill, my driveway.
It frightens my cat.
I want to remove the earth,
so that the rain falls through to a
dark abyss,
making no sound as it hits nothing.
Holy Father, silence this rain.
I wait with bated breath.
Because what kind of place would the world be,
if the rain was controlled by
some restless girl’s whims and fancies.
The rain may stay.
Photo Credit: Danielle Dolson