The whisper of my tears
over the clamor of the rain,
freezes my stifling pain
into tiny, salty misty-spheres.
I look at the wailing sky --
appear rainbows of hope,
desire, and power to cope
at the corner of my eye.
My face they embrace
and fears they leaven,
with tears from heaven
in a ground-bound race.
August 9, 2014
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