The power of the summer rain

falls from angry skies

harnessing energy in storms

meant to reset the horizon



Most seek shelter

hiding from the winds that blow

but not the wanderer, not the wanderer

He dances with his demons in the unforgiving deluge



Traveling alone with nothing left to lose

those dark clouds reflect his journey

He’s left another suitcase in another hall,

packed with regrets locked in too many goodbyes



Needing to reset his horizons

he surrenders to those storms he created

Falling to his knees, he prays for sunlit skies

washed clean by the power of that summer rain





photo: Pixabay



prompts: DSpoetry, AMSPC, LynxxTraxx, Ashverse