Lady rain, you never called
the day you came.
You don’t ring on my phone anymore,
no voice to remind me of gray
clouds rolling down blowing
from the east-south-east.
Lady rain, I wonder how you do it,
you come and go without remorse,
no heed for all the puddles and wet shoelaces,
blown-away ponchos and umbrellas,
and you ruffle everyone’s feathers
with all of yourself.
On the bluer days I dream to wake up
strangled in your embrace,
cold dark gray and somber,
but the kind of sad I’d like to do-
beneath the sheets,
your hum on my ears.
Lady rain,
I found my own cloud
to write lines and hues,
when you’re away.
She comes around,
but I’d like her to stay,
I like to keep it that way.
Lady rain,
will I ever see you again?
Battle Studies 