Poem written in Opal Palmer Adisa’s class Eco Lit Forms Across Genres at CCA.
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Accumulus
Cumulus is cumulated rain:
It’s pathetically fallacious
how we think the rain drenches us
We are the ones who soak it in a feeling
I grew up in rain
What it absorbed was the smothering frustration of immaturity
When it falls again
I return to my teenage bedroom
inflaming flash floods of angst
and short breaths of annoyance
That stuff never dissolves
Hangs cyclically above my head
I can’t outgrow rain
and the things it has absorbed