some days

Some days, at first awakening,
Falling rain sounds like peace.
A steady, soaking drizzle,
a faint obbligato that soothes
the din of the day.
Harmonizing, cleansing, replenishing, nourishing.

Some days, at first awakening,
Falling rain sounds like grief.
A constant, flooding torrent
that displaces deeply buried emotions and
floats them to the surface.
Flooding, polluting, drowning, corroding.