6:58 A.M the sky cried
through the misery of darkened skies
the rain came down
harassing sleepy eyes
and solemnly splashing
against drowning curbs;
it bullied
blind windshields and bloated
thirsty fields
it welted drowsy highways
and feed angry puddles
flooding hurried streets – like a tempered
soul the rain emptied
causing the morning
to surrender in defeat
before soothing into a soft spoken
drizzle.
Then after the rain,
the sky smiled
releasing a greeting of good morning
down upon the subtlety of life
now awakened.
© 2012
Tarringo T. Vaughan
August 28th
