spring storm

i'm suspicious of this rain.

usually spring showers friendly, kind drops;

not indecisive blankets of wet soup or indiscriminate dots of annoying dew on flip-flopped feet.

even the pitter-pat on the roof and the wind's whine sound               off.

falsified.

understudies.

this storm is out of time and place.

i feel like it wants to tell me a secret.