Thunder crosses my mind
As the rain pelts my brow
What was the point, anyway?

Scurrying back and forth
The thunder stops me

I lift my face to the darkened clouds
And let the rain wash away the angst
Cooled, and refreshed

I listen to the rumble in the distance
I see the clouds break,
Allowing the last rays of sun to bleed through

The day, in retrospect
Washed away some of the dirt
And nourished the life that it fell on.


By Deborah E. Dayen

Image from Cindy Adkins via Google Images


5 responses to “Cleansing

  1. That’s a benefit of warm rain. You might as well stay outside. One of my favorite memories is when my son was about 8 and playing outside with his friends in the rain.

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