hard rain…

memories
rain upon a tin roof
so gentle at first
almost soothing
but
as night hours linger
dark clouds begin to gather
and the rain pours down
harder than when
they were not memories
somehow
returning pain is stronger
than its first moments
were we not taught
that time heals all
but
apparently not
the pain of memories
in the night

 

it’s raining…

it's raining

we have
for all
too long
avoided the rain
ah but
when we were young
as coatless hunters
we pursued
the fairies
that danced
upon the pools
here and there
as they scurried
between raindrops
never
getting wet
a feat
which we were
certain
we could master
with enough practice
but
those days
gave way
to being
responsible
and
wearing
the proper attire
when
it rains
refraining from beliefs
in fairies
and
mastering magic skills
how sad such
narrow thinking
can become
engrained in our lives
but
it’s raining now
won’t you come with me
and
dance between
the raindrops

having seen distant lighting…

having seen distant lighting

if
the rains
come
like
passionate kisses
in the night
the grass
will turn
from brown
to green
old dreams
will become
new
if the rains
come

reflections in the rain…

reflections in the rain

an evening thunderstorm
caught me
without my rain gear
and
the brown bag prophet
caught me
before
reaching my car door
offering shelter
beneath his
beach umbrella
he said
i was
just thinking about
this woman
i knew
lord she was fine
but
we lost touch
that made me
begin
to hate the fact
that i cannot
go back in time
and
change
a few things
people
i
should’ve
said
i love you to
and
others
something less
accepting
but
i realize
i cannot go back
so i’ve
also
begun to realize
that each moment
of the day
is precious
he waited
for me to open
the car door
and
i
and
my impatience
felt
rewarded

weekend magellans…

digital decoupage cwmartin

a burst
of cold air
mingles
with spring rain
sending chills
down spines
of
overeager campers
campers
pitching tents
along the riverbank
in hopes
of finding
lost treasures
but
discovering only
plastic bottles
without pirate maps
or
messages
from long-lost lovers
nor
was there found
ancient arrowheads
from
long
vanquished tribes
known by
all
school children
to have dined
upon a fare
of human veal
but
fearlessly
these pilgrims
of adventure
prepared their meal
of can beans
and
over-processed hotdogs
sharing their culinary delights
along with ghost-story desserts
falling
soundly asleep
until
the coyotes
reminded them
of
where
they were

 

winter’s rain…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

when
the rains come
construction dust
will be washed
from these
city streets
old motor oil
will be washed out
to sea
when the rain
comes
and
the sidewalk stains
from a drive-by shooting
of a child
will join
the river of tears
that could not wash
a mother’s pain away
when
the rains
come