rain

In which state of mind
does the enemy awaken
the cold possibility of
grey horizons
and stormy skies,
it is a sate of dream
where,
love is drowned by
clouds asunder
yet not commenced

I once feared,
but fear was slain
by the consistency of matter,
the rigid, the soft
the cold, the warm
touching not slightly
but so forcefully, it
opens reality

I once feared,
yet I did love
I loved and I realized
the clouds were symbols,
representing
a sky soon clear
the rain was a symbol, it
represented a drought
soon killed

now ,
I see reality.
I see clouds,
torment, and yet
the punctuality
of  love.