Soft Rain On Hard Truths Poem by Susan Lacovara

I am a friend to the rain
Come down and drench the places, parched
Soften the dried dirt of a lonely heart
Wash the world, new and sprouting
With a second look, another hopeful glance
Of a chance of loving the Spring time
Even if I must walk it, alone
Admitting your season's no longer in sync
With mine

Rain has always returned
Like a tiptoeing cat
That crawls through the broken fence slats
Stays awhile, soothing the blues of before and afters
A refreshing fill up
Of the soul's run dry well
Leaving moistens mounds of soil
In which to plant my new beginnings