Stormy Day

As the rain drops dripped
dripping tenderly from the tree tops
tenderly tipping, towing towards the river,

the river glistens, the surface
shimmering against the gentle pitter-
patter of raindrops dripping tenderly. 

I emerge from my house, weary
but listening to the glistening river patter
while my windows wane me from the storm;

I creep towards the crawling river
bend, and reconstruct the sense of dancing
in the rain and thunder of that Thursday. 

My memory betrays the rain of that
day; it wasn't, nor is, but is yet to come:
this rain is the birth of next week's beginning.