The teachers say
“Stay present”.
As rain washes down my window
The sky transformed
From ominous gray
To tears pouring
Down and out
Washing the world clean.
Hard-hitting drops
Reverberate against cement
The sky’s released anguish
Echoes across the street.
I close the windows
And the roar becomes a trickle.
But pain demands to be felt
It does not like to be shut out.
Would it be better
To shout at the rain?
Tell it to go away
And stop ruining my day?
Or lie down in puddles till
I’m soaked and refuse
To get dry?
Or to just sit and watch
Quiet and patient
Waiting for it
To pass by.
Too Far From the Sun 