ALL DAY RAIN by LARRY GOULD

I had forgotten it could rain like this.
After the ominous dramatic dark,
Suspension; all things listening; then, hark!
The torrents come; the storm portended, is

Obliterating downpour. What a day
To rummage in old trunks beneath the eaves,
Or by the fire, turning yellow leaves,
Muse on the long ago and far away.

Here is a little interlude in time.
No weather, this, for brisk accomplishment;
But from the outer world far, far aloof,
Lulled by the rain and some old poet's rhyme,
To feel within a shelter snug content --
Primeval exultation in a roof.

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