A Heavy Rain

From what source springs
this eternal longing?

A heavy rain slaps relentlessly
against the shutter’s slats
anchored down tight
against a summer storm.
Sweaty and spent, she gets up
from the bed and peeks outside,
then lights up a smoke.
In the twilight I can barely
make out her silhouette.

Turning from the view she sighs
and flicks on the radio,
filling the empty space between us
with the haunting notes
of a cello playing an unknown
piece of music bowed
into existence
from some faraway place.

Bored, I recall the not-so-long line
of lovers stretching back
from then until now,
and wonder how
we happened to find
each other each time
through the pouring rain.