The falling rain washing clean the road,

pooling for the birds,

freeing the leaves.

These many drops,

falling like the sky wants to share,

a blessing for so many.

Looking at my upturned face,

you wonder why I yearn for dark clouds to let loose.

Pouring forth all they have been holding.

The sky’s release streams down my head, my cheeks.

A trickle drips from my nose tip.

The storm and I let this wind blow through.

The raindrops hiding,

what you will never know,

are tears on my face.


© Ali Grimshaw