It is raining now. I can feel the drops
Sliding across my window, giving me the
sign
That Nature is hard at work.
I can time the drops, here and there,
slow, fast,
Unyielding in their relentless drive
To seek those who still believe.
I want to hide under blankets and just
watch
But they have more of a role for me than
that.
They want me nearer, closer, touching the
velvet
To parade across my forehead, anointing me
To remind me of my times before.
God must surely be happy, I think,
To allow such a simple act to manifest.
Manifest Destiny, I once heard,
Cried over rooftops and subways, yelled by
people
Who wanted a better life, one with the
raindrops.
I want to share it with good friends,
people who are
Not afraid anymore, and yes, they do
exist.
I no longer want to be afraid of what will
naturally
Happen to me, for I have witnessed my own
demise.
Give me a chance to redeem myself and I
shall not disobey you.
No slander can ever come from my mouth,
only raindrops
Silently falling to the ground, acid
tearing away
At what was once pure and tame, not laced
with licorice
And fish scales collected by the dead.
This time will be my time, to slide along
my own future with the rain,
To cleanse the Earth and its inhabitants.
A word shall come from me and I will make
it better
For us all, denying the very essence of
what it means, what it means
To be of the rain, in the rain, and
without the rain.
Give me the strength to finally see.