Sometimes It Just Rains. Poem by Percy Flage

The always nurturing organism with a lovely rash.

Overwhelming optimism got his tire slashed;

Then came the rain, a torrential pour. Storm a-moving fast.

Influential, never-more. Candy-coated past.

The little boy had died inside. He left a suicide note:

'I ran away and cried for days. 'Cause no one would dote.'

The humane being sat, then sighed, 'Was it me that caused his death? '

The sun came out, brightly shined; new light on both their breadths.

(September 2010)