Promiscuous

promiscuous rain steadily falls,

drops soak into the hard ground,

fertilizing the seeds and roots that

have been laying there waiting;

promiscuous rain, like shedding tears, falls

down from the skies blurring mother earth's mascara,

as if to say our love affair must finally end;

promiscuous rain penetrates our

senses with sights and sounds that

keep us in bed, curled up like children

hoping the depression will soon end;

promiscuous rains assaults us like

some alien force of nature sent from

above to drown all our sorrows, but a 

few escape the water logging process;

promiscuous rains draws lovers together

keeps enemies apart

provides respite for some

and heat for others as it lasts

only a few hours or days;

promiscuous rain builds character

yet some lose their way, but,

in the end we all,

not just the weathermen,

have something clever to say.

17Oct13