Raindrops - Nov 23 2025

 

Raindrops

Nov 23 2025

The answer to why me

is why not?

Because the odds are against it;

there was an infinitesimal chance

it would be me,

so of course it shouldn’t have been.

And aren’t I entitled to better;

not saintly, but as good as any,

so in a just universe

I’d be spared.

And dammit, haven’t I had enough bad luck already,

or at least more than my share?

But it’s bad form

to answer a question with another.

And you realize, don’t you, that life isn’t fair?

Shit happens.

Fate’s random.

And there’s no such thing as destiny,

the universe has no intent.

The cosmic accident of birth

is really all you get;

the rest is a gift

with only so much given.

Which isn’t consolation, I know,

can’t assuage the pain

rage

and impotence you feel.

Because all you want 

is to shake you fist at the gods,

not shrug your shoulders

and nod fatalistically.

Why me

will come to all of us

eventually in life.

Trouble is, there’s a what, a when, and a how,

but there is no why.   

No reason in the world for this,

just rage

then resignation,

and after a while

recalibration

to the rest of your life;

the new normal,

at least until the next big thing

looms overhead

like a dark thundercloud. 

So shake your fist

pound the desk

shout, scream, and curse.

Even clasp your hands and pray

to whatever God or gods

might overhear,

atheist, or not.

But don’t ask the unanswerable.

Because shit happens

like raindrops

falling from the sky;

no matter how fast you walk

there’s no staying dry.