Finding Home

Monsoon June Rain Coats Rain Boots Roof Gutters Drop By single Drop Gush Splash Onto a pool Of earth Stones And mud Ripples Surround That Pin drop Concentric Rounds Bringing Me back to 11 years past When rain was Not rain at all What was it? I forget. Oh yes there it is-- A deep dull ache Tearing at my gut Rain back then Was, oh you know one nonchalant, mere Bleeding of My too brash Brazen, hubristic heart. Why don't you Just stop? I said to this Wretched organ As in stop beating So the pain would Be no more? But it was deaf And stubborn hard-headed And so on it Went beating 60 per minute Sometimes less Sometimes I willed it to be less But still it fought And the rain just Poured Down-poured Torrential Washing away all 20 pounds Of flesh Why couldn't it Wash away my Heart instead? That place That was what The poets were Raving about Th

Rain falling like the story of my life ,in droplets, in cascading downpour, with occasional whispers of a lonesome wind pulling me into a deep slumber of rest and respite And then it thunders on,the sky, and the rain,endless torrents of tears seeping into every crack, every break of my soul, and then it happens-- night falls. It finally ceases the thunder and the rain. All is silent save for the moon beckoning me to wake, rousing my soul from dreary sleep .And then I do. And this is when lightning strikes again...