Where And When Rain Falls Poem by Susan Lacovara

In isolating gray and grime of last week's melting snow
The season that takes the longest to leave
Leaves me with half a cup of tea
And far too many thoughts of you
Where and when the rain falls

In need of a outreach, I outsource my emotions
Giving glance to strangers in the supermarket
Gas stations and gathering places
As you are no longer found
Where and when the rain falls

Busy, your hands, helping another
While expertly helping yourself to surviving the long winter
Fed, and well fended for, as opportunity presents it's pattern
Weaving you into another web, escaping the drafts
Where and when the rain falls

It is troublesome to keep jumping puddles
Seeking out the solid soil soon enough to sprout lush grass
That promised awakening that provides poets a reason to wander on
looking ahead, through the storm clouds
Where and when rain falls