The Thing About Rain

A Poem

The rainy woods in VT. Photo by the author.

I’m comfortably nestled in an RV bedroom nook.

It’s like my own personal cave in here, with three walls, a closed door, and such thick but reassuring darkness–

a perfect sanctuary from the VT rain that splatters against the metal roof above.

Oddly,
the sound resembles that of the ocean and those echoing, crashing waves drawn to the shore.