On Spring Rain

Windows are magic.

They turn the most common molecule on the planet

Into cozy curtains pulled shut for a nap.

The only thing that can spoil

The gentle murmur of rain on

Tender green leaves

And the sudden, soft-footed streams

Racing downhill,

Is a dog.

Who’s like, fussy or whatever,

And refuses to go outside.

So you can either drag him out against his will

Like a dog-catcher in all those kids’ movies

Or cross your fingers and hope the rain ends

Before you need a bunch of paper towels

And cleaning spray,

Now in new Spring Rain scent.