This piece explores the beauty in what may normally be seen as an inconvenience.

the rain
washes
over the town, people groan and sigh.
water droplets splash around them, halos hug them
tight. they submerge their weary sneaker soles in murky water
and run. because where is the glee in sopping fabrics and matted hair?
where is the glee in anything other than a radiant sun and cloudless skies?
the raspy roars of thunder appall those who solely crave a picture-perfect day.
but to stand with glistening skin, to smile beneath a parachute of cloth and hear the
wisps of wind and the heartbeat-like pitter-patter on the concrete sidewalk. to smile as
droplets of dew drip down your face and see the sun’s ghastly rays subside to matte clouds that have so much more depth than just light. to hop in puddles with large rubber boots and laugh as water seeps into your socks. to wait for the superb hues to shine across horizons and bring the bleak city something real. for the rain is nothing other than a completed cycle. a new start. a new reality that will spread in the chaotic city streets, soothing people to slumber before it
drips
and
falls
and
drains
and
begins
to
learn
             to        rise
             and fall
           again

Process

I wanted to try creating a poem in the shape of an object, and something that immediately came to mind was an umbrella. After writing a poem in a normal shape, I played with the formatting until I was satisfied.