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.
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