Cold Hands

When I sit on the porch
And it's raining around
My fingers get stiff
Each letter the nail found
Is a lucky happenstance
For the joints are unwilling
Yet I stay in outside
Listening to the birds
Surrounded by raindrops
Waterfalling off the leaves
Seeking the feeling
Of natural yes
That denies all the no's
For that is rain
The clouds saying yes
To the plants yea-verily
Bound up tenets
Floral fauna sharily
Monsoon this is not
But blanket wrapped me
Non-tropical barely-storm
A meandering sea