EVERY STORM RUNS OUT OF RAIN - Poem

 

EVERY STORM RUNS OUT OF RAIN

 

(Copyright 2020, by Dave Kiffer)

 

Said someone who never lived in Ketchikan

Maya knew a lot, but she never knew

An October where storm upon storm rolled in

And the rain was as endless as the sea.

 

Or a summer that didn’t come because

The sun couldn’t fight through the clouds

That hung tight to the gray mountains

And the waterfalls were our sunbeams.

 

Or the April showers that forgot to stop,

Drowning the May flowers in mud

And washing the seeds of rebirth

Deep into the storm drains.

 

Or a Christmas, where the rainfall

Poured from the eves like tinsel.

Yes, every storm runs out of rain

Said someone who never lived in Ketchikan

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