only happy when it rains

by Linda M. Crate

there's nothing but
disaster pounding in your
ears, tell me
do you ever tire of
being doom's day
pigeon proven
wrong
time and time again?
why do you
embrace negativity
like a lover?
wouldn't you rather
burn in the
radiant gaze of the sun
to shine delight
of sparkling rivers?
no, you'll
cling to your entropy
let it sing
it's carol
until your own bitterness
consumes you,
and your bones are
the thin
veiled branches of dying
leaves fragile and
easily broken
i don't see how you could
choose despondency so happily,
but some people are only
happy when it rains.