Her Rain

She reached out
With open palms
But
No one knew
How to respond
For they
Had grown accustomed
To fists  

All too often
We turn towards responses
Before listening
To the message
And
Allowing it to resonate

When she spoke
She touched things
Like:
Compassion
And
Change  
As if she knew
They existed

Misunderstood
And
Overruled
Time
And time again
She carried on
For as long she could:
Like a fire
Like a storm
Naming this place our home
And
Leaving behind fingerprints
Like wicks
Or
Raindrops

It wasn't fair
What they did to her:
Smothered her flame
All but pissed on the embers
Took her thunder
And
Lightening
But
Could never claim
her rain
And
It was something soft
And
Glorious

Now
When the clouds part
Her flame lights up
The night sky
With cascading starlight  
And
Come spring
I am reminded of things
Like:
Compassion
And
Change
For her rain grows
The most beautiful flowers