Outside It is Raining

by Duane Anderson

Outside It is Raining

A man looks out a window
outside it is raining

between drops
past grey clouds
he casts a glance
searching for the sun
and a rainbow across the sky

inside a man looks out a window
outside it is raining

between puddles
past streams flowing
he closes his eyes
hoping the rain will disappear.

Yes, My Friends, Hello

A raindrop listens as it
falls from a cloud,
so long my friend,
yes, so long.

A raindrop listens as it
nears the ground.
Good day my friend,
yes, good day.

Carrying a suitcase,
a raindrop travels farther
into new soils,
different skies,
new clouds,
yes, my friend, hello.

My Search Continues

I am lost in a world I cannot find.
I travel from city to city
going house to house
knocking on doors,
but no one answers.

Each day I place a two-page ad
in the newspaper
and call house to house on the phone,
but still each day,
no answer.

It hurts,
but yet my search continues
letters written in every language
with the message,
please tell me how to get home.

Wake Up America

Wake up America
to a raining morning
be it snowing
sun shining
Wake up people
and step outside,
the ground is ready to hear your footsteps.

Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE.  He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of, On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk; The Blood Drives: One Pint Down, and, Conquer the Mountains.