April Fools shower in the rain.

The wind is howling again outside, clearing the early evening sky of clouds,
(as the curtains open...)
Exposing a drowsy eye of Crescent Moon,
A bright chesire smile on the backdrop of colbalt blue.

It's early yet for Stars, deepening to navy coal dark, a bleeding of midnight and ebony, darkness like an invisible cloak
Showing more of the heavens in the darkest of nights. And the later I stay to stargaze, upon the face so infinite her beauty--a universe enlightening in Love,
Brightening All of the Above.

The winds' howls lessen as though looking up with mine eyes wide with awe.
My very being astounded, to even have this moment to witness be--i'm dumbfounded
Overcome with such Peace.
The Love of God in me .

But while I'm here now, I'd love to dance in this rain, and sing away all troubling pain, like how caged birds must do. Perhaps that's why we sing...

***** money talks
Loud to those who covet "things"
For Bling, for Swagger.

Akward Me upon my knees
Worshipping that ****
Watching minute hands
Upon the old clock
Feeding on Freedom
Left behind.

If I'm to be made into a prisoner of my own life,
I will light up if I so choose,
Feeding on freedoms while
Left behind.

A Big ****!?  Is that all you have to offer? Why not Respect.
Respect the Lil Flowers upon your field,
Respect your moms
Your goiles
Pops the ****
With the most toys
It's more than a name
You'll make for yourself
You carry with you
A Legacy of
Through Harrowing times
Life's vitriol issues
Respect the words you own
Choose truth
For behavior is becoming
Unbelievable
You got what now?!
Big Diction.

It was ninety one degrees this April Third,
Having walked for two hours in the sun,
I was dying of thirst, So
I first went inside a
Green Valley Grocer, the clerk pointed to a sink at the back,
Playing with his bangs
He did not have a cup to offer, “nor do I care”
I shook my head, I stomped away,
Water water
So close yet so far...
I barely could swallow that’s how dry
I was hurrying across the boulevard to 7-11
Surely there my thirst will be quenched,
“Oh thank heavens,” as open door dings a bell.
I struggled to even ask the woman
at the counter.  
I felt my throat closing
May I have a cup, a drink of water??
“Are you gambling? Can’t have a courtesy cup without gambling.”
I says Seriously?
Then I went and there
I knocked upon an old neighbor’s door,
myself parched beyond Death Valley.
She answered, having her phone to her ear, as I politely asked apologetically—for some water, in pantomime.
Without hesitation she returned with a chilled bottle for me.
Ahh, Thank goodness for non strangers,
old neighbors, who see you, not looking through you or past you, unconcerned judgementalists. I have died of thirst
Thank you old Ms. Neighbor for the drank.
You’re the first sign of a good Spring…
(since COVID. Dig?)