Waiting In The Rain

The eyes of a god are crying,
Unloading sorrows and joys
Onto multi-coloured umbrellas.

The motion picture of falling tears
Makes me remember each yesterday –
Perhaps it’s the way they prick my skin,
And then bounce off, dripping downwards,
Gravity pulling each one away so quickly.

All the once-fluffy-bunnies
And now-black-horses-or-grey-elephants clouds
Are slowly disintegrating into transparent polaroids.

They flutter in a freefall down,
Like toothpaste out of a tube,
Into the sewers and then to the oceans of tomorrow.

I’m sitting here watching
Hooded civilians rush into
Air-conditioned iron goliaths.
And I’m the only one touching
Heaven’s tears without a plastic shield.

(It makes me wonder
If raindrops pierce them more
Than embrace them.)