I need a rain,

I need a good rain.

I need it to rain so hard

that I cannot remember all

things that have happened.

The things that have made

my heart slow,

my eyes close,

my arms clasp around my body tight

and my lips quiver at nighttime.

I need to be rained on

to be cleansed,

renewed to be revived

because I have too much to remember

and I want to love.

Most of all myself.

It’s hard.         

I don’t feel like blooming,

but it is time to bloom,

it is spring.

And NO gardener is going to clip

my flowers for their personal showcase.

NO gardener.

Not if we get a good enough rain.