In The Rain I Became Clean. Poem by tyrone allen

The weather man forcast the city to be in rain, And late getting home i had a feeling i will be soaked with the homeless of this unholy town. Rushing toward my destination i have came to a conclusion i will not be there in time with the bus taking it sweet oh time. The rain drops started to fall, bunched up in my coat i was prepared to take it all.

This rain was strange. Not cold but warm, it was like a celestial storm. I slowly zip my coat down and threw it on the delicate yet tough earth humans was lent. As i looked around everyone stood still. The papers of business men fluttered the ground. Iam happy for the first time in my life i feel clean, perfect in a way nothing could interveen. This graceful rain was a experience more special then a solar eclipse and so brilliant not even Newton could comprehend.

The rain started to let up and tears started to flow from every man and every woman in sight. I felt energize and forgiven for all my lies. Sin no longer existed during this heavy drenching rain. I was free, i felt the true intentions of human beings, i knew this because i was

clean.