The Power of Rain
I wish it would rain,
mist down to surround us,
like amniotic fluid
to protect and nourish,
give birth to green.
I wish it would rain,
fat and happy drops,
pattering down with playground exuberance
in splashy giggles
and leapfrogging hops.
I wish it would rain
in little pin pricks
to prod us awake in our
myopic daydream deserts,
quenching self-obsession.
I wish it would rain
in solid prison bars
strong enough to restrain those
who place babies in cages
and criminalize dark skin.
I wish it would rain
in gushing torrents
to flash flood away
guns that terrorize and slaughter us
in masses.
I wish it would rain,
crash down in waterfalls,
to erode the impenetrable rocks
of misogyny,
and awe us with the majestic power
of women
I wish it would rain,
flow swiftly down in rivers
to dilute, degrade,
and decompose the pollutants
of our neglect.
I wish it would rain,
seep like watercolors
onto the canvas of our lives
and harmoniously blend
a vibrant composition
of human luminescence.
We need to make it rain.
