After The Rain

AFTER THE RAIN


Raining in the night
Washed her weary face
And when the sun came up
Her worry lines erased,

No more war or battle cries,
Floods, fires, famine or lies...
No Johnny at the corner store
Pointing a barrel at Melvin's face,

The sun begins to dry her crust
And for a moment things are clean,
Fresh and new, then tug-o-war begins
Again, and debris begins to litter the land

Between this moment of innocence
And evil, she shudders, shakes, spits and
Sputters, creating quite an upheaval
As she starts her day all over again.


by: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)