Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Tears, So Much Like Rain

Tears, so much like rain
washes the soul, releases a sorrowful shower
a heart quake, a heart break
pierces an unseen reservoir
permitting a cascade of private indulgence

Weeping so fits the melancholy sound of rain
as distant rumbles pulsate from heavy clouds

Other times the floods have arisen
lightning flashing, searing
raw emotions convulsing
crying was an intruder with angry red eyes

But today a strange gentleness persists bringing
a healing, a refreshing of pearl gray dimensions
waters bestowing an affirmation of life
whispered in the stirring of a necessary breeze

The sun gone down, so no prospect of rainbow arising
yet this rain in staunch darkness is kind

One slightly salty tear tastes sweet

by Elaine Hardt ©1991