I have an open window,
to remove the humidity
of my dwelling body.
I think there is a wind gathering,
and picking up speed to the northwest.
A midwest thunder show is exactly what I'm wanting.
Just a little bit of lighting and rain.
What soothing effects, the two elements seize upon my hapless brain.
I have scars on my legs,
from scaling the skeleton trees of my youth.
Days I wish that I had never left behind.
But time is always fleeting,
and the future is only a day away.
I wish this rain would start.
Wash away these cigarettes,
into the storm drain,
and out into the stream,
and back to God.
Does he ever acknowledge me,
and the contributions that I bring to the table?
Most likely not.
Why would HE relate to a hack like ME?
Does he wish for the rain,
for any other reason than to wash away sin?
On this point we differ,
is another's excitement.
I've waited long enough.
Come on nature be a sweetheart.
Pour your speckled drops on the greedy ground.
Soak through the clothes of the walkers.
Let two lovers run hand and hand back to their studio apartment.
Give me today,
Longing for something more.
All things that remain after the rain.