Here Comes The Rain

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained - Thoreau

dancing a stealth, soft-shoe samba

overweight and indignant

swollen, clouds find their way over the horizon

pregnant with precipitation

tears of truth's innocence

squeezed like lemonade

not to be denied as they clash with fairness perceived

dark and stealth

ushering in  a different kind of wealth

robbing peter to pay paul

no apologies

pride cometh before the fall

of all the unmitigated but welcomed, needed gall

Author's Note

"As yesterday and the historical ages are past, as the work of today is present, so some flitting perspectives and demi-experiences of the life that is in nature are in time veritably future, or rather outside of time, perennial, young, divine, in the wind and rain which never die." - Thoreau