The Rain
Will Dolben

​Rattlesnakes clung
to driftwood,
rode the mountain
to the beach.
 
You entered
my mind--
           
I remembered
your funeral,
 
the day
you taught me
 to dive.
 
I heard
you say
this is not
your world.
 
You never lived
in California,
 
didn’t care
for fire, fame
or flood.
 
Bridges fell.
 
Our windows
leaked badly.