How I love the steady rain,
or perhaps more to the point,
why do I love the steady rain?
Since childhood I've loved solitude,
not loneliness, you see, but a quiet solitude,
a peaceful place where thoughts collect
without fear of being disclosed to others.
Why? Well, I can't actually tell you, except
that it seems I've sought the real "me",
to know more of what's in this mind,
in some fashion much of my life, and
failing, it would seem, for as long, thus
I love the encompassing feeling of rain,
the blue shadows at dusk, an empty park,
the lamentable call of mourning doves,
seclusion in a stand of autumn aspens,
or laying beneath a shedding fall oak,
an overcast but benign winter sky,
a field of snow unbroken by man,
the soft fall of large snowflakes.
Yes, within such tranquility it becomes
easy to explore the strange domain
contained within this head of mine, perhaps
I'd even let a few chance thoughts escape.