Rainy Night

By Stuart Shea

Rain pours down
drenching everything.
The season has ten days left.

Why does the fall always try us?
Why must you need to be brave?

If I stay still I will not wake you.
If only the rain would stop,
my thoughts would not try to drown it out
and we could both sleep.

Dream of baseball. Can I?
The Giants and Cardinals are making a late run.
They’re fighting for their lives…
their playoff lives.

“Fighting for their lives.”
Where we’re living,
That sounds so stupid now,
so totally stupid.

Published in Free Verse, Stu Shea, The Game Itself, Uncategorized | Link to this poem | 3 Comments

Rainy Night: 3 Comments

  1. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Like this, Stu.

    And the hyperbole of baseball/sports commentators should be tempered.

  2. Todd wrote,

    Touching. I’m totally with you Stu.

  3. Maria wrote,

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