comes the rain…


how odd it feels 
this dark drear night
as sheets of rain 
and milky fog 
obscure my sight
while puddles swell 
earth waterlogged 
from outer bands 
that sweep the sky
a monster with a single eye, 
a tempest wielding misery 
over a thousand miles, 
its bitter tears from
too warm seas brings
half a nation to its knees
odd, i think, to taste the rain
that's caused such pain
to neighbors i will never meet
terribly connected, we,  
and yet so far, so very far away 


~kat

This poem was birthed in the foothills of Bramlette Mountain at dusk on the 30th of September 2022 as the outer bands of Hurricane Ian bent the pines and drenched the loam while simultaneously making landfall several states away on the South Carolina coast. We humans truly are a wrinkle, a mere blip on the vast landscape of this earth. Who are we to boast of anything at all when a raindrop can render us small?