it rained today.

it was dark, all of

the sudden, and

i looked out the

window; a

crack of light snaked

out across the

sky, and

God ranted at

us, making

the floor tremble in

fear, or perhaps just

lust.

and then the sky

cried; a

torrent of love and

sorrow and

hatred,

in a pure

cascade.

squeezing out the last

droplets, for the

grass to soak

in, the sky dried

its tears.

hand it a towel, will ya?

those last falling oceans can

be dangerous,

sometimes.

pink and fluffy will

do, please; no

rough ones.

the sky is very

delicate.

and it doesn't like

green.

and now the night slides into

the sky, leaving

no room for tears; but

there's still a little

sound on the

roof of pittering

leaves, like

it's not quite ready to

stop.

and the infrequent

cars going by leave a

mark on the ground, gone

by tomorrow morning, i'll

bet, but

for now, they

make a nice noise

of wet something or

other.