I’m no stranger to the rain,
it’s sudden down pour brought
on by clapping thunderous
bolts of lightning holding
fast to the hidden dark clouds
that surround my masked soul.
It’s no wonder lightening hasn’t
struck me to the ground with
flashes so crashing that Zeus
would weep and Thor would
run at its very sound.
Yet the rain keeps pouring from
the sky, as poets in the heavens
weep, their tears falling like blood
dripping from the sharpened
daggers plunged by rulers decree
to silence “their quills no more”.
Oh let me fight, not fear the
devil as he pours over this
level of man below, his
downpour may be heavy but
the levy will stay steady as
the rain flows.
Let the sacrificial rain pour
down and crucify, or cleanse
this wandering minstrels path,
for the harder that I struggle,
the faster the rain will pull me
down, down to the great Abyss.
But there will always be the
rainbow with its promise after
the rain, and it’s colors so majestic,
will bring on another tomorrow,
to steal and bring on sunshine
after the rain.
So let me put the dark clouds behind
me and pray that the Universe who
designed me, will put the dark
clouds so far behind, and stop the
rain from coming down upon me.
I’m no stranger to the rain, no matter
how it splashes over me, my face will
welcome it and never fear it, for it
cleanses and sheds and reveals a new
layer of life to this stranger.
Rain, rain, rain, fall upon me, wet me,
drench me, lift my spirits with your
gentle splash upon my brow, opening
my eyes and mouth to receive your
caress, as I drink of you, and mutter
that I’m no stranger to the rain.
Vincent Moore July 2015