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.


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