Rain

Rain smells me coming 

and turns sideways.

Gray day. Sad day

of natural off-chill

near colorless way

the body locates quiet.

Not quite here. 

Brittle with lack 

of an urge to smile.

The weather of course 

no excuse for sadness 

propelled by sadness.

I would come away 

with you and your 

full strength. Leave 

the bench and get on.