Just When The Rain Stops Poem by RIC BASTASA

just when the rain stops
something within you stops too
the misery of being
confined in the small prison of
your thoughts

you find a window
and this wide door and you grope
for the key
to open something closed
days ago

you breathe the sea breeze
and take some salt of
life and you
release your sighs like
an earned ire

you take freedom finally
letting go your fingers and hands
your feet dance

go, go, go
your books on the table make the
cheering squad

out there
nature wants to be read
the books close finally
their pages like tongues
hide behind the thick glossy
hardbound cover

you are not a fool finally
touching the maps drawn
by the falling rain

welcome to the world
the trees tell you.