The rain came during the night.
Soft and silent blessings fell
to drench the earth
where mankind dwells.
But they slept on unaware
that helpful forces left a gift
to soften the soil
of hardened hearts.
They rose with the dawn,
faint light clouded over,
and misunderstood such peace
brought a chance to subside
the blazing heat of anger
in fearful eyes
scorched
by staring at the sun
of a too-bright false sunrise.
Cloudy days ahead
to soften the blow
when they awaken to the lies
that they have been told.
Every artist knows
one sees clearer
on cloudy days
when truth is crisp
despite the haze.
Or maybe,
because of it.
annarino writes 