A walk in the rain

by Brendan Strong

Overhead, the clouds

Get dark, ready to weep

The rain is sharp


Stinging us:

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.