Cape of Storms
I like to laugh on rainy days
The ones that come too few
Huddled under blankets
Warm in the bed that made me
Not trapped by a shroud that covers
But free under a world of cloth
With the gentle choir of water drops
Singing and dancing in rhythm upon rooftops
And the trees, how they sway with the wind
Never toppling, flowing in the breeze
All under clouds that part the sky
Where rays of light shine through
The dust of days past, once presenting itself
Has slithered forth into gutters and sewers
Leaving the soil and foliage clean
Revitalized, able to once again grow
Absorbing the nutrients of the sky into their roots.
I am a tussie-mussie of daffodils;
These covers, the sky.
This mattress, the soil.
My body, the roots.
This rain, a clean slate
To wash away all my woes
Leaving me free to grow.
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