The rain woke me this morning

The Southern sky opened, pouring

Out all she had, thunder roaring

It's own accompanying catharsis

No tender rain this morning

But a full blown raging rain

Intent on emptying the sky

Of its burden too heavy to carry any longer.

What if we could do that

Angrily flush all that which keeps us from being stronger

Cleanse our collective selves of that we cannot carry

Corruption, non-caring capitalism, condemnation

Condemnation of the other who is really us

What if with one angry morning we wash our heavens free

Of all that stands between

You and me and all those who are indeed we

Photo:  Sea Cliff Bridge during rain storm       Creative commons 3.0