Lightning flashes.
Thunder roars.
The sky adds its tears to my own.
Alone,
In a hotel room,
Far from home.
Watching from my window as the raindrops fall to the
ground,
Far below me;
Down,
Down,
Down they fall.
Meeting their destiny on the unyielding pavement.
The cold concrete lies unmoving.
Indifferent,
Uncaring.
Unaware of its role in the raindrops' fate.
The unstoppable force,
The unmoving barrier.
The drama replayed over and over.
The relentless rain,
Transformed on impact.
Single droplets of water joining together.
The whole becomes greater than the sum of the parts.
Gathering momentum as it flows over the surface.
Single trickles join to become a stream.
Washing,
Cleansing,
Wherever it passes.
Baptising the streets like an infant at the font.
Clearing away the sins of today,
Preparing a fresh canvas
Virginal,
Pure.
A fresh tableau in readiness;
Waiting,
Expectant.
Yearning for the artist's first tender strokes,
The loving caress
To be impregnated with fresh hope for tomorrow.
Freed from past shackles,
By the dawn of a new day.

©T Fergusson 2005