RAIN

As I'm smoking a cigarette on the front steps,
Lightning crashes around my face
Brights flashing
Demons pounding

Billions of tears
Falling from the sky:
Whether they're of joy or pain
Is up to you;
Depending on the
What's and who's
Of which you choose.

Each droplet:
a choice,
a decision,
an action-
or the lack thereof.

To walk away:
is that strength or pain?
or one in the same?

One small decision;
one mistaken fallen from a summer sky
can be ignored and laughed at,
but as the clouds roll in,
thunder rumbles
and hatred settles.

Streets are flooded
and there's no escaping the storm,
Best to just wait it out
and hope the aftershock's not too much to bear.

But these mistakes
- not all concrete.
clouded thoughts
lead to blind sight
to see what their actions entail.