The people down below
Have been doused for days;
a proper washing…
Where’s the scrub brush?
A little misting wouldn’t do.
The sunshine, a large kindly dose,
Was sent to warm them fully,
To rebirth their kindness,
To widen their eyes….
To the needs of those hurting,
To remind them,
even beauty can be harsh;
Even Blinding at times,
Why did they not slow….to smile at one another?
Why didn’t they stop to splash about?
I didn’t want to pummel them with non-stop rain,
But they needed to be soaked,
Plastered, sopping, cold to the bone
Look up, take note
You are not so alone