It’s better when it rains outside.
The sound of water, the grey sky.
No passers-by.
My fogged-up window.
Dimming the lights to watch a movie
Staying in bed to write a poem
That happens when it rains outside.
The other day, the sun was out.
I wore a jacket and a coat
And went outside to meet it.
I crossed the street from shade to light
On third and Loisaida
Where otherwise a boombox sings
A flock of face masks huddled.
Lowering my head towards the ground
Picking up pace to pass them by
I turned around
Got back inside
And acted like
What happens when it rains outside.