I wrote this poem when my cousin called to tell me a friend of his had died unexpectedly. This friend happened to be someone I’d gotten to know over the years, although I wouldn’t say we were ever close. In fact, I hadn’t seen him in at least a decade.
But I’d still consider him a friend. And after hearing the news on a dark and rainy day, I just couldn’t shake feeling bad.
With that said, the poem isn’t as much about this friend as it is about the heaviness of loss, whether a friend or an acquaintance or someone we truly loved.
“Rain” is available as a framed print. (See below)
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