The rain makes me think of a dying god’s tears.
RAINY DAY IN NEW YORK CITY BY DC COPELAND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 105
Rainy day in New York City. Makes me,
Takes me away from myself. Makes me fear
For my life. I do not know why. Primal
Reason. I am Primate. Imagine Me:
Standing in the rain. Impervious Me!
Come Storm! Come Floods! Come Hail!
I am under You and I want to be truly under -
The clouds of grey are not attacking me.
They remind me: I am nothing to them.
They notice me not. But I see the clouds.
I feel the rain; in the heart where pain lives.
I am happy for the rain makes me think
Of a dying god’s tears. He cries for
You, for Me, for all mortals. His tears reign.
And what am I to do but weep with him.
I learned my craft in poetry reading texts more than 8000 years old just as much as I learned from reading my contemporaries. My poetry has been published in Flare Journal, the 34thParallel Magazine Issue 89, Swifts Slow, aaduna, and The Commonline Journal. I graduated from Yale University with a major in Eng…