the heavens wept. . .

it started
with just
a gentle drizzle,
as if sending
a tiny reprieve
to the almost
punishing heat
just to cool
us down, allow
us a welcome
change from the
sweltering sun
the parched earth
was suddenly singing,
thanking whomever
for the brief
respite. . .

the wind had
other plans though,
it blew vigorously,
the once rythmic
pitter patter
turned violent,
the light spray
replaced by a
steady beating downpour,
as if in anger,
the pelts started
falling heavily,
without warning,
trying to keep
you from leaving,
it was like
watching a classic
battle of wits,
it was the rain
against your need
to walk away. . .

you stood your ground. . .

for a bit
it looked as
if you might
back down and
just let the
skies win,
hold you back,
but then you
stared at it
straight in the eye
and dared it
to stop. . .

stop it did
as if in quiet
surrender,
it gave in
suddenly everything
went still. . .
now you are free
to return to
wherever it is
you chose to
come home to

even the rain knew
she is no match for you. . .