The Thing About Rain

A Poem

I’m comfortably nestled in an RV bedroom nook.

It’s like my own personal cave in here, with three walls, a closed door, and such thick but reassuring darkness–

a perfect sanctuary from the VT rain that splatters against the metal roof above.

Oddly, the sound resembles that of the ocean and those echoing, crashing waves drawn to the shore.

Still, I realize there is such a difference between the dreary mountains outside and the unpredictable sea so far away.

But yes, I seek similarities, too, like the rain that can appear at either destination, with or without warning.

You see, the thing about rain is that it tends to make us flee and retreat from the very necessity that nurtures us with life.

We often hide from the storms, missing the magnificent, refreshing beauty of it all.

In truth, when I was younger, I used to be bolder with the rain, and oftentimes I would hike, swim — even dance right through the gloom.

But today, I am content in my isolated corner. Protected. Away from it all.

Interestingly, I feel more than safe, embraced even, by my darkened nook — beside the VT wilderness.

No doubt, I am glad to be dry, even if only temporarily, before venturing outside again to find home.