Rainy Day-Poem

by Samuel De Lemos

I open the door and the streets are wet.

I let that vibe cascade into my home.

I invite the rainfall into my soul.

I watch my poems drip one-by-one,
from a battered cheery tree out front.

I raise my arms in obeisance and
welcomed the heavenly libation;

even if the honking horns and emergency
sirens try to drown-out the precipitation
from all those pregnant clouds above.