How It Is When It Rains.

How It Is When It Rains

Everything is as translucent as a shadow.

Darkness waves and bends eternally;

Hope moves as if he were the hands of

A clock or a tree branch, and time leaps

Forward.  Thunderclouds crash together

To form something that is greater than man;

Scaring some children and shaking the great,

Wide earth.  Hardly anyone is outside in the

Storm that grows and grows.  Families are

Snug inside their houses, watching the news

Or playing checkers.  I guess there could

Be a few homeless people here and there,

Walking in the rain, their shoulders hunched

Forward, seeking refuge.  There are shelters

Throughout the entire world that house the

Homeless, but they are hard to find, they are not

On any map, they are very small.  Just be glad

That they are there.  Be the happiness that

Grows and grows bigger and bigger.  Be the

Shelter that envelops the Pitter and Patter

Of the rain, hear the wild wind blow. 

Some worlds are different than others, but

Mine is more of the same as yours.