RAIN CAN BE A MELANCHOLY THING BY J. B. Hogan

Rain Can Be a Melancholy Thing J. B. Hogan

Rain can be a melancholy thing,

falling softly on an empty dirt lot

where a home once stood,

listening to it under a metal roof,

sound steady, repetitive, familiar,

falling lightly on dark leaves

in a cold, empty park.

Rain can be a melancholy thing,

falling gently in your memory

of why, and when, and who,

mists of floating past

riding on hints of wind.

Rain can be a melancholy thing,

blocking sight, darkening night –

dark and empty – save the rain,

rain falling steadily down.

J. B. Hogan has published over 300 stories and poems and eleven books, including Bar Harbor, Bounty Riders, Time and Time Again, Mexican Skies, Tin Hollow, Living Behind Time, Losing Cotton, The Rubicon, Fallen, The Apostate, and Angels in the Ozarks (nonfiction, local professional baseball history). He lives in Fayetteville, Arkansas.