A Poem: Rain In June

“Rain in June”

I should ask a hydrology expert
Or perhaps a creative geologist
Why the rain darkens where it lands
On the flagstones and soil
Traces of expression
Gatlin the sidewalk
Congregating as one shadow
Encircling the underwood

Could they convincingly explain
Each speckling stain
And how with enough of them
I turn toward a book
And not my easel
Thunderheads gathering
Until my bones feel the pitter-patter

They warned me about this place
And vitamin D
And wishful thinking
But then, the solstice is imminent
And tomorrow maybe sun