Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

The rain came last night —I could hear the raindrops crashingon the awnings above my windowsin my living room Then, just like thatthe power went out Nice . . . I do not mind the storms or the rainand I do not mind the rainy daysand nor will I reject the momentsthat came with them. No, and in all fairness;Some of my most beautiful memorieshappened during the rainiest days of all.Some of my best recollections too.They happened during rainstorms,which otherwise came along to break the heat and the solve the tension of our crazy humidity.And to me,I have always seen this as more of a meaningful thing.I have always chosen to see the rainstormsas something we neededlike an act of kindness from the Almighty Mother, Mother Earth.And to me, I see the stormsas The Mother’s way of settling he dustwhich come from our fightsand the friction between usand to say “hush” for the momentso that we can put down our weapons of mass-destructionand change our divisivenessto something a bit more quiet. I…