Rain

today's the kind of day

where you have to stick your hand out the window

in order to tell

if it is raining;

or you have to watch the puddles

on the rooftop below yours

to see if it ripples

or stands still.

the rain is grey

like the sky—the fusing of smoke from thousands

of God's smoke stacks—and the wind

keeps it all from falling straight

and instead makes it prick your eyes

with each spring drop:

Tuesdays are always days for rain.