in the washing rains

lightning sparks,

shining the reflection in the window mirrored.

a loud thunder clasp snaps soon after.

startling the sparrow, he flies through the rains falling.

there, it takes shelter under the leaves above;

watch as the old man walks under the dangling branches,

through the puddle ridden sidewalks.

past the neighbors window,

he walks by and their dog barks.

the rains come pouring down,

and washes away all the dirt;

storms move in and welcome the floods with a fresh scent –

through the mist of fallen drops;  swells the drying riverbeds.

in the washing rains

poor lady luna holding a sign

standing between the center line –

looking for someone to wipe away the pain

filling her empty veins

all awhile her newborn son lights up

and then cries out of hunger –

crying out of hunger;

lightning sparks,

shining the reflection in the window mirrored.

a loud thunder clasp snaps soon after.

startling the sparrow, he flies through the rains falling.

there, it takes shelter under the leaves above;

watch as the old man walks under the dangling branches,

through the puddle ridden sidewalks,

past the neighbors windows,

he walks by and their dog barks.

the rains come pouring down,

and washes away all the dirt;

storms move in and welcome the floods with a fresh scent –

through the mist of fallen drops;  swells the drying riverbeds.

 

 

c. 2015 bgw

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