Who’s Winning?


Rain isn’t enough.
You fill your pockets
With thunder and drape
Yourself with lightening,
Bringing the storm
With you on the wind.
Deep puddles, swollen rivers,
Soaked and heavy ground
Aren’t enough for you.
No. You want the sky
Split open, trees uprooted,
And scorch marks
To prove your point.
But I bring rain
And let it pool
In all the empty places,
Softening the hardest ground,
Dissolving the clouds
From within on its way.
Still you claw at the clouds
Desperate to wring out
Every last bolt and boom,
Fighting with fire, while
My rain falls unafraid.
Let your storm howl.
Rain is enough for me.