“Every storm runs out of rain”*
i’m still waiting: there is no stop
there is drops at will: one thought, one pause, one echo
the rain maintains its path of loss
seen in clouds. in the eyes, in the very air
if we care enough to wait.
i am told
it will all dry out
the sun it tends to
be stronger than
each drop. but i
misplaced such
a sun. in its place
is a whisper of storms
* “Every storm runs out of rain.” –Maya Angelou