When it rains it pours
Whether that’s a good thing or not
It’s raining in this house
And I’m collecting the drops in a bucket
An unhealthy habit no doubt
But this helps me keep track
Of the collection of sorrows
That are gathering around me
I’m collecting rain in a bucket
To keep it from coming up around my ears
And drowning me
I’ll take the bucket outside
And water the flowers
Then repeat the process
Until this rain ends
The way this poem proceeded it made me feel like it was only raining inside the house and that outside it was a bright and sunny day. It was a beautiful image, a dark and mouldering house but you only have to step outside to be in the sun. Of course the truly profound question is how to make the rain stop indoors and what would happen if you didn’t collect the rain. Would it stop? Or would it destroy the house entirely. Perhaps it is a healthy habit? Idk, but your poem made me think and that’s always the hallmark of good writing 🙂
Thank you! I did find this to be one of the better ones that I wrote of the 24.