Destiny’s Rain

It is 7 a.m. and

darkness holds tightly

onto the morning sky.

Rain pounds down in

splutters and torrents

as thoughts bubble up

from the depths of mind.

 

I sit in the rain drenched

space of my car;

waiting for the light to lift

the hand of night.

The rain taps out the staccato

syncopation of a flamenco

dancer’s heels; passionate

and filled with Fire.

 

And, reverie on the duality

of night holding sway

in morning’s domain

brings me to a place of reflection

on my own internal nature.

 

The waters, the darkness

and the desire for light;

all facets of my own

nature. Cleansing of shadow

and fluid of sky and earth

holding back the light until

all has been saturated and

refreshed.

 

The rain slows for a moment

and the time is now at hand

to sink into the depths of those

waters and retrieve the gifts

of Goddess outpour.

 

I walk slowly, intent upon

receiving the bounty of

love and Grace.

I am bathed in the waters

of my own day’s destiny.