‘This umbrella tires of holding up the rain’

This umbrella tires of holding up the rain.
Her waterproof nylon grown thin,
Ribs starting to bend to the wind,
She tires,
Whispers: “Let the rain drench you.”
Wind blown sideways like the sky
Asking for directions as it falls
To the earth looking for suture:
Heal us, our stars and their stories.

This umbrella tires of holding up the rain.
It beseeches me to close it
“Look up!”
See patterns raindrops make falling
Like a web of stars torn apart
Looking for a new storyteller
To mix the tonic God pours down on us.
“Wrap your arms around me,” she says,
“Let the story fall on its own.”

Umbrella, I tire of holding back rain.
Open me up and I will catch it
This mystery I can no longer solve
The water will resolve its story
In rivers
Tumbling
Like
Children
To
The
Sea.

Holding my collapsing ribs,
Holding my frayed skin together,
She accepts the rain inside.

3 thoughts on “‘This umbrella tires of holding up the rain’

  1. Megha's World says:

    Loved it to bits. Such a beautiful poem and I loved your metaphor of the rain as the conversation with our tired and weary soul. Sometimes fighting against the current wear us out and the only solace we get to move with the flow. The complete surrender to the truth. Beautifully written, Stephen.

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