The Rain clouds
Had come down
And washed
The Dirt
Away—
It got cool,
Wet, and Gray
For a while,
The air anew;
Once more
Un-stifiling—
A Revival Breeze.
Then the Sun
Peeked out,
And slowly
Brought the Sky
Back to day;
Its
Late afternoon
Brilliance shone
Gentle yet luminous,
Tranquilized
By the impossible,
Afterward caressing
Of the Rain.
Though
In great pain,
I was Happy
To Live
That day.
Maybe
In the dampened
Mess of things,
You shall see
Once more
In Clarity,
Able to shake
A few
Mulish monkeys
Off your bag—
On a day like this,
Crave not to
Feel,
Wish not to
See;
Love,
Make yourself
as Cruel as
You can be—
Fuse
Hard wires
To your being.
Yes,
Walk out
During this Storm,
For no one
Sees
Fragile tears
Or hears
Sorry weeps
In a Sea
Of razor-sharp
Beads.
Let the broken
Seek refuge
In the tremulous,
Impartial
Rain,
For its Deluge
Equally wets
And
Justly absolves
Every
Bitter ache.