The same water that
Overwhelms boats and
Reshapes coastlines is trying
To sneak coyly in through
The old wood and glass
Roof above me.

It makes me laugh. Perhaps
It is sneaking around
Because it is embarrassed
By how effectively it has
Scared people away.

I come here sometimes to
Be ignored by lots of people
And therefore be anonymous.
This evening is a quiet one,
And my solitude is far too
Conspicuous when seen with
A sparse collection of couples.

I am being a foul weather
Friend; populating
The unpopular. I came for
The noise, but all I got
Was quiet.

As tempting as it is, I cannot
Bring myself to blame
The rain. It is probably
As perplexed as I am by
The way in which its beauty
So often goes unappreciated.

While so many others hide
From it, I sit here and
Write about it, as I have done
So many times before. It is
An unexpectedly good friend
To me tonight, as it has been
So many times before.

02/12/2009

Posted on 02/17/2009
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