Heavy Rain
A poem of resilience
It starts with the swollen air like a wet rag across your face.
Then the sky, dark as a wound, releases the rain with militant rage.
Tattered flowers with mud on their faces flattened just before their glowing hour,
struggle to resume their innate graces, revealing both their promise and their power.
Though some will snap in heavy rain, others will rise to meet the sun again.
