Word Play

Seems that people are legitimately surprised
That rain showers in California actually happen
Sometimes even in June. Like today,
Rain bathed us all. No one, not I especially,
Complained. On the contrary, those looking saw
smiles on the garden mall streets,
in the bookstore where people actually
paid cash for print copies of books–
real books. And I, I bought another
of Billy’s books of poetry for a friend
but felt almost like an adulterer…
One does not give a book
of poetry on a rainy day in June
To just anyone. And the tears came
But raindrops camouflaged them
Beautifully.