Tomorrow it will rain and clean us.
Tomorrow the winds will blow, the
Seagulls cry and the oceans below
Swallow us deliciously deep inside.
Tomorrow it will rain sorrow’s smile
Amniotic wide soothing wild comfort,
As prickly mist-spray freckles faces
That gather and drip in blind rivulets.
The forest hounds heard it first again.
Tomorrow’s earth welled in tears will
Return us breathing wet gilled gasps
Coughing air empty as the promise
Of flight in flapping wingless arms to
A raging sun’s scourge to proud men.
But tomorrow’s rain will drown sins of
Stories told and re-told, lies in truth,
Til we too believe the cause-effect, a
Cumuli soothsayer’s scientific stream,
Meteorologist, fortune-teller and god,
Tomorrow it will rain and clean us all.
In the gaze of the other 