but all is not lost as the brightness returns and the dark is dispelled no more to sojourn the tears can return from whence they came and the fists put back into their cage as the cameras finally roll away. a touch an apology a kiss on the mouth the monster he promises will never get out but we all lnow that it will. yet for now the sky's blue and the clouds have returned all's right with the heavens all's right with the world.
this is one of the few happy poems i will ever be capable of writing, simply because it was not my idea. i do not control the rain.