Rain Dance

As I write these lines, I can hear the deluge outside of my home. The rain is falling on the concrete with exceptional force, yet it appears so delicate as it moves through the sky. It is as though our thoughts are more profound when the sky sheds tears. At the moment my mind is inundated with complex thoughts. I miss certain people and think of times spent in the company of others, as the rain poured around us. I consider the possibility that somewhere there is someone who wants the rain to cease because the sound of the rain dredges up memories too uncomfortable to entertain. I only feel, hear and see the following:

fragile movements
force
destruction and life
tears
of joy and sorrow,
but always
renewal