Poetry | Until The Rain Comes
I sit upon green flowing grass that spreads gracefully on my hilltop,
Clutching to the brown earth- a deathly grip of each blade to stay afloat
The ocean of green- all awaiting the same experience- just as I am
I see the blue skies transform before my eyes- to a pale yellow color,
I watch as the beautiful white clouds are pushed aside from their perch
By the dark, gray ones- taking hold of the sky in one blow of the wind
The breeze changes from warm and comforting- to harsh cold gusts
Snipping at my flesh like knives- almost as sharp as the one in my pocket
And then it stops- everything is still- and I know it will be anytime now
Then it comes- a light drizzle of water- dropping from a cloud above me
Like a sprinkler gone wild- the light drizzle transforms into a steady flow of rain
Strong and cold- beautiful and wet- conquering and defeating all in its path
Just as a bolt of lightning strikes a hill nearby- a beautiful shade of purple
The loud crack of thunder echoes throughout the hills- low and obnoxious
Another strike of lightning- orange and blue this time- making me stare up in amazement
And now I feel myself standing up- letting myself loose in the storm- I blow with the wind
I crack with the thunder- and strike with the lightning- and I fall with the rain
Now in harsh, long gusts- the rain falls like sheets of ice- one at a time
Each bolt of lightning has a mind of its own- and for a second I feel scared
But recover knowing that if the lighting can take care of it- that’s less work for me
I begin to spin in the rain- my face up toward the sky- mouth ajar- as I did as a child once
I remember how happy I was that day- and I wonder if I’m making a mistake
Maybe I should stay in this world- if only for one thing- just for the rain
Maybe I shouldn’t do what I brought myself here to do with the knife
Sure life was overbearing- but the rain- it was glorious
And if anything- I could just live in the rainforest- somewhere with rain
Continuous rain- the one thing that sets me free- to fly adrift
Maybe if I stayed until the next rain- and come here again
And see if I still feel the need to end my life this way- and maybe
Just maybe I won’t want to- maybe I’ll want to stay- for the rain
So I can leave now- as the rain settled and was now fading away
And return for the next rain- and test my life again- see if it is worth it
So I will wait for you to come- I will continue on- until the rain comes again.
Copyright © Sarah M Anderson 2000-2010
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