Angry unseen tears pelting me in the darkness,

Cold falling droplets splattered and screaming their loneliness,

Soaking my clothes in clear clinging abandonment,

First striking at me yet now embraced by them,

My body more than willing to warm their chill,

Knowing as a whole they could swiftly drown me,

Still I welcome this brave shower of ocean,

Delivered to me by their dark cloudy mother,

Her lightning eyes blazing and voice of soft thunder.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2015 Robert William Gruhn