Chasing The Rain

It is raining outside
When your car pulls up.
Raindrops cascading down,
Puddles wet and soppy.
The thick whole of your coat
Keeps the chill from escaping inside,
But your hands still get wet.
Gloves forgotten at a home far away,
Prior to the seven-hour flight,
Stale airplane food,
And a faster heartbeat.
The sound of your knock is faint,
As if you wished you hadn’t come
All this way,
Just to say goodbye.
Heart in my throat,
Feet frantic on the stairs,
I wrench open the door separating us.

No one’s there.
Just the empty porch,
The cheery porch swing I
Painted yellow
Last summer,
And the rain falling from the sky.