Rain Morning Run

Photo by reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

For the second morning in a row,

I woke to a gray raining solitude,

silent but for the drops kissing the rooftops.

Indoors for too long,

I feel my body evaporating

so I step outside to run.

My hair catches more and more rainmist,

grows heavy on my head,

pulling my eyes skyward

where the almost-summer leaves,

the cicada-coated branches,

the cloud-hidden blue sky

all lean into the soft, warm rain

and exhale, stretch,

reach out into the next turn of the seasons.