Thursday morning, partly cloudy (a poem)

An early start this morning…

Still waiting for rain.

The skies got cloudy for a day or two
with only a breeze to show for it.

A lot has collected in the air
these last few weeks—
fear, grief, anger—
we need a good rain
to wash it all away,
so we can step back into the sunlight
with clear hearts
and a fresh perspective.

Until the weight is lifted,
we lumber onward,
mere inches at a time,
occasionally looking up at the sky,
hoping for rain.

(16 July 2015)