Rainy Day Friend

Perhaps I am looking for a lazy
rainy day friend.
A friend who doesn’t want much asked of her.
A friend languid enough to ask nothing great
of me.
A friend who indifferently
suspends sweeping judgments.
Who would rather trust her intuition
than tax her brain.
A friend who sees no great need
to analyze the forecast
or understand where every piece need fit.

Perhaps I'm looking for a friend
who speaks for no real purpose
but the moment.
A friend who chooses to be neither conscience
nor accomplice.
A friend who works
and feels
and experiences occasional exhaustion.

I'd like to meet a friend who,
when I speak of pain,
would rather not carry it
but is contented to lighten the load
and just listen.
A friend too forgetful to keep score.
Too lazy to cater.
A friend who really likes
to slowly sip warm drinks.

I am also fond of friends
who like to talk about the weather.
I enjoy friends
who complain about the rain.
Perhaps some even see
the gray cloud’s silver lining
and make me smile
at the storm as it approaches
despite my better nature.