When It Rains

When it rains

And the forces that guide us

The surreal figures

Who pressed

Their unrealistic images

To our fragile psyches

Break free

In scattering chaos

When the Omnipresent

Bears down on the horizon

Just to remind you

Of its existence

When the storm blows through

Your open door

Settles at your table

And pounds fists of lightning

On the tabletop

Cracking the wood

Demanding meat and wine

And shelter from itself

When it rains

And you cocoon yourself

In the chrysalism of

Its pattering

Its pounding

Its relentless rhythm

Floating within

The amniotic tranquility

Of the storm around you

Wondering

Sleepily

About the raised voices above

When you track the monolith

Across the sky

Listening intently

To the thunder of the gods

Desperately hoping

To divine some message from them

When it rains

And the thunder shakes you

And the lightning disorients you

And the gods give their display

Of washing out

The black of velvet skies

To palest morning

When Thor's hammer falls

In thunderous crescendo

Like the pounding

Of the drums of war

Streaks the sky

Silver with lightning

Like tree branches

Reaching for something

They might never attain

That we may never know

Or understand

When it rains

And the clearest drops

Cleanse you

And the fog that creeps along the ground

Washes the uncertainty from your feet

And the brightest bursts of lightning

Illuminates your path in darkness

When the drumming music

From high above

Mimics your inner rhythm

In perfect synchronicity

When it rains

It is dark and chaotic

But it is also bright and cleansing

It is cold and wet

But it is also invigorating and refreshing

It is dreary and depressing

But it is also introspective and cathartic

When it rains

We're given a chance

At a deeper understanding

When the gods open their book

And let us peruse

At our leisure

When it rains

We're given the option

Of knowledge and wisdom

If we're brave enough

To face the storm

When it rains

Don't hide from it

Dance in it