Is it as simple as rain

Is it as simple as rain

The gentle washing away

Of yesterday.

The rinsing clean

Of old dreams

Turned to dust,

As well they must.

Draining away

Into the earth,

Seeping into cracks,

Filling them up.

A spidering web

Of capillaries

That bleed,

One into the other,

Forming rivulets

Of recollections,

A babbling of

Memories

Unremarked upon.

Soon to flow,

Endless and unbroken,

All the way

Unto the sea.

A miasma

Of lost dreams

And broken promises

Holding the

Draining leech

Of time

And its passing,

Unto itself.

Deeply cleansing

Salting it away,

Until the rising,

When all that

Once was lost

Will be

At last returned,

Refreshed.

To begin again

A new rain,

As old as the hills,

Rolling in,

Riding on the

Bare back of thunder,

Ready to

Wash and go.