There was a storm today.
At first I thought it cleared away
the sticky stuff,
the tricky stuff
I hadn't quite been facing.
My mind stopped racing
as I stood outside -
hood down, eyes wide -
trying to take in
the wonder of the rain,
no fear as I thought
my pain would be
washed out here,
on this balcony
with the water
splashing me.
I was at peace,
the pieces of me
all piecing together.
I could stay there forever.
But I turned in
and there was a leak,
water sneaking through
soaking books
and floor boards.
It wasn't too bad though.
But the water sytem
is connected.
Every drop
has been affected
by somewhere else.
No one drop
is by itself.
And if you tear away
gallons from the earth,
it'll be a rainy day
on some other turf.
It's still raining
as I make markings
on this page.
As the sky takes
from oceans and
clouds eyes
of every age.
For we are one
against this wrong,
and so we will sing our songs
and fight for freedom,
for a life to believe in.
There is no sin in my love
my God above
is weeping with us,
reaping souls
not yet grown old,
forced to come,
collect His sons,
His daughters,
slaughtered by hate.
The casualties
of a battle
we will not make it
to the end of.
Salt will shine
on every face
as red rain falls
in another place.
There was a storm today.