Where the Rain Had Gone

Yes, I wanted to understand
where the rain had gone.
Yes. Everything seemed so real:
Bumpers on cars, expected emails,
and mowers needing gas and walking.
No respite; no empty spaces for my soul to fill.
Precipitation's a cliche; okay,
but anything, just anything, 
easier than sunlight,
quiet as a stain,
transient but leaving something,
something to retain.

July 27 2014