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when it rained like it rained today
slowly but in torrents it reminded me of my wretchedness at times when my shortcomings seemed like all the endlessness of rain I've lashed out in torrents of words in anger and frustration in fear and ignorance I've cloyed and clawed in love all of it has been lost in the rain all of it at one time flowing down the drain washed away looking in between the drops for some insight only hearing the tap-tapping on the pane the incessant singular refrain ingrained in winter here, it rains blurring out memories blurring out the past, even our present even sometimes our futures and the wiper's motion put us all into a dull deep trance as the raindrops dance and it rains. in my ear she whispered: you are not a mistake everywhere, somewhere on this earth it rains sometimes it rains too often, too much the animals, the landscape, the people are all washed away did the skies know it was wrong to rain? did the earth and creatures and people below fail because they did not plan well enough for the rain? you are not a mistake she said I nodded, listening... and sometimes life gets in the way sometimes we get in our own way is it wise to judge the rain for being rain? she asked... is it right to judge ourselves for sometimes being ourselves? we make mistakes... does the rain ever ask am I a mistake? are you a mistake? From a germ of an idea March 2102....redeveloped after a deluge on October 23, 2014...written onto paper on October 24 2014. Copyright October 24, 2014 All Rights Reserved By This Author All Ideas/Rants/Poetry/Prose are the work of this Writer Meloo Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World (copyright) Vote for this poem |
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