The Rain

Alone on the road I was walking
today I heard the rain coming

shushing through the distant trees

a full minute before I could see it--

even longer before the first drops

touched my skin.

I'd like to make it into some metaphor

about how we feel grief coming

with some prescient sense that whispers

in preparation for coming days of pain.

Or, alternatively, 

I could feign some hopeful sentiment

about the sun coming out after

the deluge has swept past, as I'm sure

it ultimately, eventually will.

But right now

it's just me, walking alone 

in the rain, trying to decide 

whether it will do any good to run

or if all that's left 

is to let it soak me 

to the bone.