Imagine the rain pauses
before pelting the tattered ground,
displaying its cold silver droplets
like hanging Christmas *****
creating a firmament of paradise
it's so beautiful that it hurts

then it pours,
as if the ocean marries the land,
leaving the sky with scars and sorrow
how does the rain stop if it means loving?
the symphony of the raindrops falling
paints the window of busy buses, city cars,
and my patio---the things we always cling to