The First Rain
got a good look at the falling of the
first rain
in my town up on the hill where i
am contemplating about
the game of hate and love
and greed and giving
and power and subjection
like bow and arrow
and water and fire all in my head
i wait and then it come
all umbrellas open some windows begin to close
i like most to see
the rush for shelter
another form of in/humanity looking for safety
praying for the rain and confused when to close and when to open.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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