Rain at the New Home

Y’all. I have made some pretty poor housing choices in the past. Like my first ever apartment that leaked so much in the rain, I had to climb into the closet to find dry land. I am almost done moving into my newest apartment, and the perfection of it just grows every day. Even when it rains.

I love it here when it rains --

Watching the world shift from clear to blended,

dripping sliding down the window panes.

Hearing the rain land on the angles of the pitched roof,

each slope a different note

on the melodica

of an old brick house.

Watching the drops bounce away from the sill,

tumbling to the landlord's garden below.

After rain, when the other panes have dried,

water sits sparkling on the right hand window.

If I am sitting at the table and look up,

I see the world glittered, speckled,

adorned in its way to show me

how very many ways there are to love it.