I realize now
I would have loved 
a rainhat to wear on summer walks 
beneath warm downpour

As I would 
one to wear 
on solo strolls 
through the rain within

Everywhere droplets, 
streaked windows,
strings of pearls  
of rose-colored glass
still tinted

cats on fences
meow everywhere
and lovers kiss
in silhouette
beneath beachball moons
while wonderfully-arced melodies play

when the rain begins to fall that night,
I - without a hat - feel the need to retire

who'd have known?

Chagall 2020