How About The Weather

The smell of rain woke me up. Alone and

Thirsty, cold and tired, with a tinge of hope.

Maybe somewhere over the rainbow living is easy.

Pitter-patter raindrops splatter. Do the angels

Cup overflow or are they in mourning? Heaven

Must be bored, tired, and torn sometimes, too.

Mortal souls can sleep through a hurricane.

Hibernating bears, refusing

Springs sprinkling sprung.

I listen for doves to announce its over

Another lonely night past. They seem kinder

To deliver such news though some mornings

The crows beat them to the chase.

I heard rain aches the joints as a warning

Flood, blood, or fire may be

Just round the bend.

Whatever it means, I can swim,

Bandage, and douse. For now, I pray

To some day wake in the arms of a kiss

Less alone, full, warm, and rested

With nothing but love and my Heart.