My Dad Has Rain and I Have You

My dad is obsessed with rain.

Constantly checking his gauge,

measuring how many inches poured from the sky

the night before.

I call my father crazy

for staring out the window,

just hoping those drops will appear.

Knowing the danger that comes with them,

he still loves a good storm.

I never understood

how a person could enjoy

something so unpredictable,

and cold.

But he has rain,

and I have you.

Dad always reminds me,

if it doesn’t rain enough

we will have a drought

but if it rains too much

we have a flood.

I warn him about going anywhere

without an umbrella.