An Absence of Reason and an Excess of Rain

Another sestina.  I really love writing them, they aren't nearly as hard as they look.  The erratic nature of the pattern helps me get my thoughts straight in the most roundabout way.  They also make me think and keep me from posturing, which is always a good thing.

Here I am, without

Surrounded by the foreboding of rain

Mind heavy with you

Heart suffering small

Thriving on thin promise

If nowhere else, I look up

Look, gaze, cling up

Without purchase for fingertips, without

The pink glow of promise

Everywhere is the weight of rain

Starting drops splatter cold and small

Smells like rain, and somehow you

You, you, you

Unbalanced, I tilt my head up

On this great plain I am small

Both within and without

Eyes shuttered against rain

In my ribcage blooms a promise

Tomorrow morning, miles away, promise

There will never be another you

My skin is slick with streaks of rain

I fall back and the rain falls up

Logical fit, I am strangely without

The value of reason is really very small

In reality, my frame is small

Physical restraint is a perpetual promise

But my soul is big and balloons without

Wearing a sad sweet smile that echoes of you

Tethered by a delicate string, tiny knots laced up

Dissolving quickly in the rain

Truly, I adore the rain

The size of the sky shrinks me to small

Always, always, I look up

This several-days storm has rolled in a promise

I have spent my time allotted with you

You, who are now something I must do without

This cave of rain rings silver with promise

You are a small wonder, you, and

Always I will be lifted up, even though I must do without