Sun Shower - May 24 2025

 

Sun Shower

May 24 2025

Sun showers

remind me of lightning in a snowstorm,

oxymorons

contradicting themselves.

And both are like a man at war with himself,

unsure

who he is.

which way to go.

But still, when a warm sun breaks through

cold drizzle

on a dreary day

I'm filled with hope

that all ends well;

that misery doesn’t last,

that this too shall pass

if only one waits.

And lightning

when it’s clearly out of place

proclaims that anything is possible.

That nature has a logic

we can only watch, not control.

And that beauty can also be dangerous,

a femme fatale

if you leave yourself exposed.

Which brings me back to the man

who’s eager to be seduced

but still can’t choose;

blond or brunette,

spring or fall,

right or left?

As if every fork in the road

is clearly marked.

As if in a messy world

seasons are pure

boundaries rigid

and men singular.

An ambivalent man

and ambiguous weather

have me whipsawed

on edge.

Waiting for the sky to clear,

knowing

that it’s just a matter of time

until the rain returns.

Sun showers out here today. So what else to write about? Except I won't allow myself to write anymore “weather poems” unless I can make more of them than another same-old descriptive yawner. So this is how it turned out.