Sunday Rain
Cascade to wash me clean,
stifle the day’s monotony.
Plummet from the sky,
erase death’s thoughts that stain my brain.
Tumble the energy of your drops
into words on this paper.
Thunder spill from my ears
so I can hear the bluebird’s song.
Flood me with blue sky, wispy clouds,
honeysuckle’s sweet scent.
Drown the gray clouds, drench my mind
with thoughts of the future.
selcouth south 2019
