Monday, February 05, 2018

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.

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