Cold November Rain

that comes down

is rain…

You sense it

As the front moves in

And soon you’re in it

Pelted by everything

The storm can throw at you.

The world tilts

And the weathervanes

Are knocked off kilter.

You curse the gods

And dirty weather

Bear the tremors

And seek shelter.

It’s a cold rain

In November

And unlikely

To get better…

Life has a way

Of weighing you down

Wearing away

Like rain on rock

Until at last

You lie down

And die...

Or, the storm passes

And you get up

To face another crisis.

It’s hard

Trying to endure

And stay sane.

I think I can bear

Any pain...

Except cold November rain.