just because

who says rain can't be beautiful?
that we can't awake in the morning
to pattering drops
and gleefully run outside--barefoot--
careless of dragging hems and
raindrops on glasses
with face uplifted towards the impenetrable clouds
to watch raindrops fall and geese fly overhead
rushing back inside only when icy pavement reminds
toes that it is only January
and then to stand in open doorway longing
to escape outside again and laughing
just because