The sky

spews forth her many tears

Still peace can fill

my heart

She heralds Hope.

New beginnings.

Pain

is slowly washed away

No, never completely

for some memories

must remain

lessons,

pressed deep

into my acceptance

hard learned.

Miraculously, hurt

dissapates

in micromeasurements

with each cleansing,

sweet drop,

My soul is laid bare

Open

to receive

the renewing waters

Baptismal

entering my soul,

drenching my heart, and

annointing my body.

I rise and quench

my whole thirst.

And I am sated,

yes

almost tomy core.

Save the last

corner in my heart

withered away.