Hold the Rain

Have you tried to hold the rain?

It's spitting wishes dripping through

your boney fingers

where hope once was, there is now a damp feeling

something familiar

something you once though you might escape

Have you tried to hold the rain?

if only there were enough afternoons

to stitch together childhood

in between the leaves

underneath the flowers

Have you tried to hold the rain?

Pretend is not a game

it's a place a little girl lived

a cotton place

with candy floss

and good things, sweet and filling

Have you tried to hold the rain?

Tired from garden fairies

and needing home and bath

mother's arms

anyones arms

and a place to curl up and giggle

you left pretend to seek

Have you tried to hold the rain?

When the skies opened

you were the first to run

weed like

free

yet rooted in the earth

arms out stretched you wished

the cool on your face could last

Have you tried to hold the rain?

Another muddied mess

another gray day that came

and went

without the sun to follow

another cloud without its silver

a space left to fill with something

how many years would pass before

you found the words and writing

the life and family

that finally held the rain.

Cup your hands.

Have your tried to hold the rain?

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What about you? Do you don't know what it is like to look up at opening skies and wish you could somehow make the cool it brings lasting? That used to be me. I have since found a way to hold that rain. It is in the words, the writing, the family and the love I build around me. What do words and family bring to your life?