The Rain
You spoke so softly.
I couldn't hear you over the rain.
What did you say?
I was focused on the rain.
It sounded so beautiful dripping on the Earth.
What did you say?
I couldn't make it out.
The rain has my heart.
The rain has my head.
I might fall in love with the rain instead.
Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Three Drops from a Cauldron, A Twist in Time Magazine, Neon Mariposa Magazine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight / https://storiesyoumightlike.wordpress.com/ His mini-chap collection of 3x3 poems is available now:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RX2YYM6