I love the world when it's raining.
When iridescent drops slide down lonely window panes and call my name a thousand different ways,
my only reminder that loneliness is adhesive, and painfulness is contagious,
And tomorrow we can all start over on a brand new canvas, no one will remember
Today tomorrow, the tingle in the back of your throat, the pepper in your eyes--
No. When it rains, when the sheets of liquid glass spread themselves over every concrete square,
Every inch of the black carpet outside, when the wetness drenches every walker,
Then we all sigh a breath of relief,
Relax our shoulders a little,
And rest in the beautiful thought that we are no longer the only ones crying
That right now, under this canopy of a thousand mini seas,
For this one moment....we can cry and be unashamed.
We need not be lonely in this one most lonely act,
That for a single moment, as the rain hammers apart the hardened statues that we have become,
In this moment, the world weeps with each other,
And the widow grieves for her husband with seven billion others,
And the orphan has a father in the reflection of the falling water,
And the hungry are hungry together, hungry not for bread but for love,
Not for bread but for hope,
Not for bread but for some pity from the skies opening up above.
We are all hungry together. We all weep with each other.
Every rain drop sings a melodic note as it hits the ground
Sounds out the crystal chime from underneath squishing sneakers and the footprints of little children,
There are a million songs in this thunderstorm, and each bolt of electricity
Is a reminder that today, were born to be set free
Yes, there is a song here; there is a story in this leaking portrait
The drops of rain rolling down seven billion faces are each a word in this story of human tragedy
Each drop of rain asks a question, and if we would only stop running indoors long enough,
We could perhaps hear the question being sung into our ears from above.
I step outside, walk underneath the new constellations the rain has made,
Slip my hands into my pockets and watch everyone running inside
into their warm house, away from the cold, away from that powerful, shared pain A billion rain drops trying to teach us a lesson that we are too afraid to remember.
After a few minutes, the rain stops, the weeping world remembers that they are strangers,
And we rebuild our lonely statues that had started to melt in the rain