Clouds will always make
a forbidding show
when they gather in their
magnificent forms
of grayness
In all its shades
save the darkness
we know
as night
But the light they hold
so delicately
in their mistiness
can devastate even
an iron heart
and the rain that may come
Oh the rain!
May it come first
in big drops
that fall on your face
and run down your cheeks
Like the tears
you cannot hold back
and be followed by the downpour
that washes through everything
and leaves nothing but
clean light
and the soft molecules
of brown earth.
May these then become
The luscious liquid
of mud between your toes
that calls you back
to that time
when the world was nothing
but fracturing rays from
the brightest star you knew
And you never wanted
to put on your rubber boots
But wanted instead
to be showered with
all that liquid light
as you slid gayly along
In the after-rain morning
Oblivious of all else.
“Personnage”, Picasso 1971