When The Rains Fall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We all sort of band together,

a community,

suddenly we want to feel like we

believe

in similar ways

the grief of the day,

or in contrast,

the delightful nature of a

calm spring day,

when last night,

when the horrid reality of life

in all of its shapeless mortality,

suddenly did reign upon us

with passion,

a vigor more relentless than ever we might

Imagine,

and yet now this morning,

sun streaked skies allow our hearts to breathe

in natural elegance,

we will recall the Purple Rain of symbolic legacy.

Until later on, when beyond the intoxicating allure

of a glorious spring evening,

we do sleep again, only to wonder

if when morning returns

will we listen to the soft coo,

When Doves Cry