Some are Rain (clouds)
The warm summer rain,
falling from low speeding clouds
washes away the dusty depression
of this cold winter.
Dark depths submerged beneath
once again possibility for now
until it too is gone,
once again replaced by something else.
But for now, I walk,
my feet exposed to rain's warm
erosion of yesterday's pain.
Clean, I walk through today, for now.
My clothes grow heavy,
bearing the soaked remainder of
that warm summer rain.
The clouds are passing,
And in their place stands low
the grey. Clouds are now missed.
In their place there is something else,
a momentary departure.
Now, in the temporary forever,
I can momentarily bask.
Just for now,
I can soak it up,
inhale this three dimensional
forgetting of that
dark, endless and painful winter.
Only for now,
can I see it,
before,
just after now,
it is gone.
A memory to fortify me,
to get me through
the inevitable next.
