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Is It Right To Judge The Rain


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)








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