There’s this small space
before it rains
that the finger clouds swell
blanket into cumulonimbus
you wait for it
like love,
just before something is said.

alone, paired or in purple clusters
anticipation is precipitation
they are moments we cover
with envelopes and umbrellas
they will surely arrive
prepared or not

love is like rain cascading a soul
rain is like love overflowing with hope
it falls like keystrokes
dark heavy clouds a grand piano
or a temperamental virga
upstaged by a blush red sunset.

© Rafael Andrade Garza