the rain journeys
from the brimming clouds above
water droplets forming on my nose,
damp, cold, muggy sweat
holes in my trendy boots,
icy toes, squishy wet socks
breathing deeply,
the freshest air, the coolest air,
so clean and calm
quiet sadness,
memories of walking with my momma in the forest,
just a baby girl,
bright yellow raincoat,
holding her rain-soaked hand,
trusting
the smell of old wood and green trees,
puddles of dirt and water
SPLASH
soaking wet and giggling,
a time of joy and innocence,
she said to me after a deep breath
“I love the rain”
constancy, the rain continues falling,
loyal, life-giving, soothing
as we grow older,
two women with the same blood, separate paradigms,
an inheritance of beauty and wonder,
a backdrop to the pain as life takes over.
shame and guilt,
we were all used up with nothing left
but the rain kept falling,
filling slowly,
magically,
the emptiness
forgiveness and release,
a reminder of renewed innocence,
looking up to the sky,
we have risen above
no more time for shame,
but a new sense of wonder
as we move down the road called Beauty
cloudy sunlight, unseen through the rain,
envelopes us
hope, hope has returned,
“momma, do you still love the rain?”