Rain by Rae Iolene

Rain

There’s thunderous applause 

this April, as daffodils open 

their yellow bonnets towards 

the sun, and I’m left in a 

downpour, wondering when

they’ll reopen. If the sun will

build warmth back into

the wind that continues to 

bite and scratch. But yet, 

this rain lingers in ethereal 

beauty, a rarity of surrealism 

caught in the shadows of a

bush, as moody rainbows 

reflect in and out in and out: 

show me the light of the Other,

take me out and let me dance

amongst the leaves a little 

longer, feel the last rain drop 

land on my cheek, as I don’t 

think there will be a thunderous 

applause for much longer.    

xx. Rae Iolene

4 April 2026