The Rain

Makes me feel at home today
I could put on
The Fray and
A pot of coffee

And write until I can't write
Anymore.

Here there is that poetry
That I
Used to find

In the quiet
City
Morning

Of Norman.

I sip inspiration in my
Morning tea;
And my fingers
Ache for acrylic

To bathe themselves in.

And all around me
There is paradise

And in the soft stillness
Of this black and white rain
My soul
Is rejuvenated and alive.