Rain

The world may change in every way,
But not the puddles on a rainy day.
The moist smell of grass and beading droplets on leaves
And the collective sigh of the starving trees.
Not the feelings one gets in the pouring rain
Something so real, so pleasant, yet so mundane.
The way each drop could form an ocean
And mix the pieces into a whole.
Through blue beady eyes a life will pass
I push the sun away to let this rain last.

Austen Berj Brooks, 2011

“I like the rain.”

Photo taken by Austen with his iPhone, posted on Instagram on
August 11, 2013.