Stetson Rain

Big tall thunderclouds tease me about rain
For now, all they are doing is blocking Gulfstreams
Expensive jets engulfed by a splotchy sky

Cooler and humid air puts me a different country
Some Northern place this soul would rather be
Something better than this tech sprawl they call a town

Perhaps by evening I could walk in rain with my Stetson
It would bring back memories for sure, getting soaked
And one wouldn’t be able to tell the tears from rain

October 4, 2018

Filth

Bare trees
I’m waiting for leaves to fall
Fallen leaves
Satisfaction of gold and red things crushing underfoot
Threatening clouds
Feeling that rain will come to wash filth from humanity