Pluvia
Pluvia
Time seems to move slower when it rains
Cars hesitate before they turn
Bird wings lag as raindrops batter their feathers
The world seems small and heavy
Murky puddles are dumbbells on Earth's surface
Green leaves sag under the weight of pelting beads
Looming storm clouds shrink my small town
It’s tiresome to merely stare out the window
And watch the awkward jog of raincoats
Dodge each other on the sidewalk
The Voice
May 2024