Advection Poem by Lori Bergman

Right as the rain as it falls on my window pane.
The tick tick on a tin roof... sure to make even the soundest mind insane.
Cold. Wet and dreary...
To bask in it... most leery.
Ode... What are flowers..without the rain?
As to find the gifts through the pain!
Clouds dip low... Descending to us, closing the show.
Like curtains that mask... an eerie vastness in tow.
Answered.. our prayers.
To one-day touch them?
Little did we know...