Rain

Dear Beth,

Remember that four years ago I asked you to send me any written work that I could illustrate. I found it so ironic that you sent me a poem about the rain despite your silly revulsion towards water. Though, by now, I'm sure you have already braved many a storm (literally and figuratively). By the way, I also have a deep connection with the rain. Like you, it is one of my dearest friends.

A  Heavy Downpour

by Beth Salas

A heavy downpour 

Is outside the window

But it is not angry.

This is not rage. 

This is sadness.

The tears of its heart 

Somehow cleanses the earth

Refreshing it 

Making it fertile again.

The earth is alive, rejoice!

                    

"It is so nice to see those creatures prancing in my  puddles     

Ecstatic, because I have brought along a cool breeze.

I have blown away vapor out of frustration.

I have brought life!

But my wound will never heal again.

No, it is here to stay forever

Here to make me weep for all eternity.

Because the world rejoices at my tears.

They enjoy my sighs. They are happy!

Yet I don't know if they will realize my sorrow.

If they will ever understand my longing

For someone who can love me back

So I won't have to cry anymore.

But somehow..."                                                   
     

A heavy downpour is outside the window

But it is not angry

This is not rage.

This is sacrifice.


I just love the rain!