I think God left the window open,
or Satan closed up hell for good.
That is why it is cold.
And white Jesus is reading a book in Starbucks,
located at the Northern end of Philadelphia.
That is why the Southern end sins.
Somewhere between the kites
and the airplanes,
hovers all of the good thoughts.
However,
the thoughts are there,
while we are here,
and we fish for them on sunny days.
That is why most days we think of how much our lives should change,
because it rains.
And If it rains it is because
someone forgot to pray to Mecca,
or some Muslim woman is uncovered in the street.
This is why things happen.
Like earthquakes forming from aborted children,
and tsunami’s from Buddhist converts.
I forget what happens when lovers meet,
or when cancer magically goes away,
but I will fight you until the end when I say
it is raining because people swear too much.
And it rains way too much here.