Black clouds tower in the west
while a yellow sun rises in the east.
Caught between darkness and light,
the lake takes on a spooky metallic sheen.
Lightning flashes, followed by thunder,
until rain pours down in a heavy tide
between myself and a man I may never understand,
despite our best efforts to swim together
in the pitiful raw language of feeling.

Nothing we say or do, raging or shining,
brings great change, but this storm will take me
where I need to go, deeper, into chaos,
into an awakening beyond my slim understanding.
This is the great dream and deep wish of rain,
and the truth of endings and beginnings.
This is how rain falls, without answers,
flooding everything,
and how safe I feel in its powerful arms.