I
look
to the sky
and call for rain.
My request goes
unanswered. I want
to drench my worries in
blood-soaked droplets, drowning
all doubt and discord until I drip wet,
clean, refreshed. With toxic sin shed from
my skin, I will stand ready for new beginnings.
But until the rain comes, I will stay heavy, covered
in soot and filth and anguish, until the day my pain
is washed away. And on that day, I will dance in the
rain, rejoice in my re-awakening, my re-emergence
into a world so open of possibility. Yes, the rain will
rinse me of resentment and allow me to forgive,
forget, and move forward to a future I have
only dreamt of. Come, rain, cleanse my
body and my spirit. I am ready
to be made clean.