Upon An April Shower
Why do you have to be so goddamn beautiful?
experience tells me that a friends of tears
shouldn't quiet my restlessness
that a relation of the flood should remind
me of Noah's Ark and not of music
but your beauty, your stillness, your peace –
that is all I see in your descent.
what may have begun as tears or God's wrath
changes, with your fall to Earth, into
renewal and consolation.
we see not your mechanisms, those in-between stages.
only the end.
there is hope in these waters. hope lies, potential,
in all Heaven's tears.