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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