The fall rain that was not forecast continues
Gentle tapping on the roof
In a year when nothing has gone as expected —
When the summer was too hot
With pregnant clouds that lurked, unpredictable;
When disease rose up to steal dreams
And the clear path faded,
Stability became instability.
So I go out and welcome the refreshing touches
Of cool droplets on my face
The drizzle that presages another season;
The surety that things are unfolding
As they should.