Summer Rain

From the unseen heat of the night sky, water from the wells of heaven.

Rain down on me, wash me clean, wash it all away into the sewers. Let someone else clean up that which plagues my flesh.  Worry, remorse, shame, guilt, covered from head to toe. Beat the ground with each heavy clump. Soften the burden that cements my knees and prevents me from walking away or praying without anger. Hot droplets on a hotter night, burn through these emperors robes and let not only the innocent know that I am naked. Permit me to suffer at the hands of the hypocrites too, that they would squander their first choice for a seat in heaven. Sweet rain from above, continue to offer me forgiveness for my transgressions from previous lives. I see today that I am neither prepared for mortality nor immortality. Gentle beatings against the world around me, let me close my eyes and hear the world as I calls out. Let me see the world in this new way, rather focused than distracted by its beauty.

To the unheard thunder of the world beneath my feet, water from the wells of heaven.