D.C. resident David Ebenbach, a poet and author, has shared this weather-inspired poem with us. It was initially published in the Thrush Poetry Journal. Enjoy…

(Architect of the Capitol via Flickr)

City of Weather

It’s all we talk about here the way the sky
lazy after a hot bath
lies on us with all its weight

We change only to find ourselves damp again

Some weeks the rain comes and stays and leaves
only to circle back again
as though looking for lost keys

You’ll never find what you’re looking for that way
I think

But the rain persists interested in lost keys
but not advice

The ground forgets what it’s for
starts to wander off downstream

There’s nothing to hold the sidewalk in place

We close our umbrellas when we can

But here even the sun is a liquid
sweat on the glass buildings

The night pools around our homes

The night weighs against the apartment windows

And in the morning

We wake as though nothing
has yet been decided