A fog pushed against the window.
It has been melted away.
Dark gray rain clouds against the roof
Have been filed away.
I can’t tell it this way.
I woke, and the fog stared at me.
Through my window I saw those eyes
And I said, “Rain again,
I know how the rain brings with it spring life.
I know how the flowers demand the rain,
And I know.
But I hate the wetness in my hair.
I hate the muddy shoes.
I hate the step-holes little boys
Leave in fields.
And, Mister, I hate the ruddy little drops
Hung on outside of windows.
So, Mister, I can’t tell you how happy
I was to see that fog fade away.
From Texts and Commentary (Mandala Publishing).
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