Rain And Tears

by Justine C. Tajonera

I have never known
grief
in the face
of rain.
Looking out the window
this afternoon,
my heart
breaks into
sodden little
pieces.

Each drop means
something
now.

I reach
deep inside
for a square of
sun, for a memory
of summer
mangoes
that I can
share with all
my brothers
and sisters
shivering
in the cold.

Will this pass
without a price
to pay?

Across the distance,
I hold everyone
in my heart
and surge on
into
the rain.

(Oct. 2, 2009)

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