Angry Rain

And the day grows blacker still as the thunderheads piled high grow another thousand feet

and once sky gets angry enough a bolt of violence lashes out of the black clouds

and then the angry rain

stealing a little light out of the day

a fullness of the air as the atmosphere thickens before the storm

we stumble furtively in the darkness of our minds

a darkness of our own making or a darkness of nature’s design

we know not which

for nature there is alway slight in every dark.

dark clouds presage lightning

the moon and stars illuminate the night

fireflies and the glowing fish of the deepest depths

but to seem some lights, it has to get awfully dark first….

and comes the rain like thunderous applause

relieving the strain on the fabric of a brutal reality

And once again the world is rain

Rain in tropical abundance

the full fury of an ordinary storm–no hurricane this

but damp enough for my tastes

darkness at noon and all that

I can clearly see the neon sign across the street although we are hours from sunset

it’s beckoning glowing letting me know that I store I’ll never enter is nonetheless “OPEN”

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