35% Chance of Rain

Engine sound outside, with steady mopping wipers,

speaks to me: you are there, still.

3 missed calls.

I must let this go; it burns but let go.

I must have this go; it stings but be strong.

Drizzle, then pouring rain continues...

Light from a streetlamp over the window splits the rain;

my tears I could not wipe

for hours.