Outpouring

The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear the atmosphere of smoke. - Thoreau

Today washed its windswept rain.

Beyond the reach of life's weather vane.

There's so much pain.

So much growing disdain.

Something had to break the chain,

eradicate the bane,

erase the stain ...

... and water the sugar cane ...

Author's Note

"A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us." - Thoreau