Rain

I will always accept the rain;
I will never regret it.
It heals the wounds of dereliction,
Those droughts of spirit that rot our integrity,
Brought on by pernicious dryness;
It washes away the filth of neglect
And the greasy-glop warpaint of hollow causes;
It nourishes those most in need of relief;
And though at times it may engulf us,
We learn how to float.