Torrential Downpour

cloudbursts & mini-monsoons take to the wind---swirling, spinning round, curling & surging against the trees, against the sides of buildings--- swishing across the asphalt & pitter-pattering on the roofs, shedding cool where hot had been, washing away the evidence of an annoying sunny day when everybody was dancing round in their flip-flops & shorts, like it was 1969 all over again--- but the heavy sprinkles turn to pelting that tear at the thrashing limbs, that dig at the dirt roads now filling up into puddles, floating neath’ the trash in the streets & flushing it down the gutter in streams straight into the drains & though this will only be a brief moment, some complain away about the rain--- upset by its destructive qualities, they keep to the inside & hope that lightening & thunder do not follow, for those loud dominant crashes & electrifying strikes that can kill so easily do nothing but spark fear in the hearts of those commonly distressed by almost everything--- but to embrace it, to dance in the torrential downpour, to let it coast all down the body & cool the skin so that equanimity is established between the environment & the physical qualities of your own human being, this is the way through, this is the newness that prevails after the storm & only stepping into it can bring on out of it.