Apparently we fear the rain so much
that we wear drab clothing,
and paint our houses
in variations on a neutral theme.
The light outside is dim at noon,
comes dribbling onto the windowsill
and cannot make its way to the floor.
Some say we are defiant,
or at least that we ignore the rain
to hike, watch the kids’ soccer games,
or walk the dog (who seems endlessly tolerant,
like a broken record in an unreachable room)
Thus it is that screams of Norse giants
are locked in our hearts;
and we will put espresso in your eyes.