The Best Day Ever
God Thunder rolls his black clouds by
and fearsome the Ninja-like slash of lightning
brings finally the longed-for rain, which we,
forties' high-school girls caught in buckets
outside our doorway to wash our hair, such purity
these long gone days of natural grace that
dares not erase a woeful world we never dreamed
to live in, not even the rain can rinse away.
And, now, rain comes, its music, its perfumed
fragrance, its entry when the trees have stopped
their undulations, have climaxed, sit quiet
now in holy release. Rain brings its healing,
its hope of renewal, even while lightning
still separates the sky and the great God Thunder
sends me to my knees before his wrath,
benign as it is, and anytime it brings the poem,
it is the best day ever.
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