I Have Tried To Hold The Rain

It’s curious how rain switches slants;
falling to the left, to the right,
buffeted by winds unable to halt
the inevitable descent, the crash,
the splatter on an open palm.

I have tried to hold the rain,
have set my eye on the smallest drops
and worried for their safety.
Nimble though I was, I could not
hold a single one and watched them
splatter on an open palm.

Snow is another matter; fleet of foot
and deftly spinning I gathered flakes
to cradle each in comfort. Delicate,
pristine, tiny mysteries that chilled
my trembling hand but briefly...

I have tried to hold the rain,
tried to offer comfort to the snow
-falling to the left, to the right.
It’s curious how rain switches slants.
I wonder if a tear's as hard to hold?

by Keith E. Sparks Jr.

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Their are no tears to hold on sunny days! Rain is intoxicating...