Rain Flood

I saw the child.

I saw her tilt
her face
to the sky.

The rains are
clearing
the streets

cigarette butts
spiral into
gutters

trees drink
ankle-deep

soft earth
turns to
rivers

and change
the face
of the world.

The hundred year
old woman’s tears

flood down
her face
into
heaving
seas.

The child’s face
in bliss.

She takes the rain
in every pore.

The rain is love.
The rain is love.