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.