It rained all summer
the year
Mary Shelley wrote
Frankenstein
and Polidori wrote
The Vampyre
This year
I have wondered
if it will ever
stop raining
and I, for sure
have had my share of
monsters
and
bloodsucking beasts
Some people
will steal your soul
to fill a void
but that is their tragedy
and not yours
and I count myself lucky
to be inspired by the rain
as the glow returns