So while I was home I performed with my dad at the monthly open mic night at the lovely Rito's Coffee (you should check it out). My dad and I sang The World Spins Madly On by The Weepies and then I did another poem that I wrote for the event. The poem is called the "The Rain Goddess". To give the piece the full feeling go to this website: Rainy Mood and then read the poem, hope you enjoy!
The Rain Goddess
I am not religious,
I know not what will become of me on
Judgment Day
nor do I claim to know what comes
after.
but I worship the rain.
They say God,
is a big man
with a long white robe
and matching beard, well,
I believe the rain
is a woman
a large caramel skinned woman
with eyes the color of water
in a summer storm.
The gaps in Her teeth are filled with stars
and when She smiles
I swear, you can see the galaxy.
And She watches over us
from wherever dreams wait for night
wherever clouds come from
wherever balloons go
She watches us
as we sin
and fail
and sin
over and over and over again.
So much anger and hurt and hatred
that the Earth grows hot and stale with it.
But She will not smite us
we need not repent.
She knows we are human
She knows that we hurt
we are children in Her eyes
and when we grow too hot
from our own mistakes and faults
She envelops us in the night
and hums to us in our sleep
gentle rumbles of forgiveness
and then Her tears begin to run.
I once heard the rain can wash away everything
if,
you let it.
And believe it.
I believe Her tears are the rain
come to save us.
I believe this like a child believes in
magic
Like a child believes in
Santa
Like a child believes
that nothing can hurt her
so long as there are arms
big enough to enfold her.
My grandmother told me
not to fear the storm
so I worshipped the rain
told me not to fear
the thunder and lighting
it was miles away
So I’d sit in her lap
and listen
and count the miles.
And I felt safe.
But their came a day
when I was too big for her lap
too big to be afraid
too big to believe nothing could hurt me
from inside another’s arms
So I learned to love the rain
and I created the Rain Goddess
and believed so hard
that maybe if I laid myself down
on the hot pavement
as the rain cools the ground
and fog forms like
steam rising from the
River Styx.
Maybe my faults too
would rise
and my sins
and my failures
would rise right through me
and I would born again
with a second chance.
I like to believe this
I like to believe this because
isn’t it nicer
to believe the rain is salvation
and not just precipitation
And I like to believe
that when I die
I will become the rain
I will come down and
forgive the hateful
fix the irreparably broken
and love the ones
who were thought to be unlovable.
The rain was never meant to hurt you!
My grandmother said to me
So remember this
my darling
my dear one
my heart
if you are ever afraid of the storm in the night
it is only me, humming to you
washing away the hate and hurt
So that you
may sleep
peacefully through the night.