A walk in the rain
by Brendan Strong
Overhead, the clouds
Get dark, ready to weep
The rain is sharp
Each drop felt, little pins from hell
Sticking us, sticking everything else
Everything else deals only with itself
Such cares as ours are worthless
In a deluge, all hands raise only for themselves
We must lean to walk
Through wet ground sucking
Each foot as it’s raised for a step.
But beyond all this,
There is a light
Shining for us.