Poem written in Opal Palmer Adisa’s class Eco Lit Forms Across Genres at CCA.


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