"Some Rains," A Poetry Post

Some rains and
rain clouds
bring on
pictures of sadness,
deep dives into
depression and
depravity,
hard to resist
sit by the window
stare far away
bouts
of dark mourning.

Some rains
make
the world look
like it has
died,
been drowned
in a
never-ending
onslaught of
wind-whipped
downpour.

Some rains
make
violent war
with the world
around them,
lifting up buildings
off their foundations,
washing away
the harvest...
all of it,
whisking away the
young and foolish
into whirlpools and
torrential
chaos.

But some rains,
some rains
are like
waterfall showers,
set up for
each lone traveler,
waiting there
all along
for their
weary wanderer
to show up,
stand still and
get wet...
really wet...
this time.

To be clean,
to be fresh,
to be really renewed,
this time.

-T. D. James-Moss