New Poetry by John Tustin

Let it Rain

It’s raining out there

And I mean really raining

With the thunder that shakes the foundation

And the soothing jargon of raindrops

In their sheets coming down

Like endless theater curtains

But that’s fine with me

Because I have nowhere to go

And even if I did

I probably wouldn’t want to

So this rain coming now

Might be a waste for me

Because it could make a fine excuse

To not go somewhere I’m expected to be.

I stand in the doorway looking out.

A Haydn sonata battles the sound

Of those big fat drops crashing to the ground

In their continual downward assaults.

I could stand for it to rain like this a long time.

My house is ready to continue guesting me –

There’s coffee and there’s sugar for the coffee

But no milk.

Also there’s

No beer,

No cigarettes

Which is fine

Because I don’t need milk,

I don’t drink beer anymore

And I’ve never smoked.

Let it rain.

Let it fall and fall.

I can last here for a while.

- © John Tustin 2021

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.