i miss you when it rains

Madison Cox

Do you still collect it?

Or

Do you watch it pool at your feet,

Because it is no use to you anymore?

Hurricane season howls.

Its angry fists batter my windows,

The swirling winds rage

Until calm.

The leftover tears of a yearly tantrum

Drip down my home.

I miss it when it’s gone.

But I know the cycle continues.

I try to welcome it with open arms.