Why Things Happen
I listened to the rain fall for hours
And read a mystery next to my cat,
Both of us dismayed by the dark, wet sky.
I listened and read and accrued the clues
Of how and who as to why things happen.
I heard rainwater scampering across
The roof shingles and into the gutter,
Draining the sky to gravity’s rhythm,
Down the spout and away, under the ground.
I turned a page, the cat stretched, and elsewhere,
Far away, sirens curdled the night air
And soured someone’s life, now, gone awry.
An audio version of me reading the poem may be listened to here. Background music is by Tobias Elof, on the ukulele. He plays an original composition titled Picking Herbs.
Good Blood, Bad Blood 
Thank you so much for this beautiful gift, John. How did you know it was exactly what I needed to hear today (and lately)? 😀 The skies are always brighter after being washed by the rain. Warmest wishes, always.
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Thanks for another good read and for sharing J.D. Riso.
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Yeah, Julie is pretty cool … 🙂
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Enjoyed this, the poem, the reading and also the tribute to J.D., always nice to find a connection in the world of blogging with people I enjoy reading.
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