BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

mourning rain

when I was a child

my mother used to tell

me that whenever it rained

that meant the angels were

crying in Heaven.

I asked her what could

make angels cry and she

used to say it was

all the bad things good

people did, and for the

souls of those who are

called to Heaven too soon.

as I got older I learned

about the water cycle and

the purpose of water on

earth as explained by

science.

but in the week following

my mother's death, in the

long afternoons I spent

standing over her grave,

I noticed it had rained more

then it ever had before.

in that moment I'd forgotten

all about the sciences and

about the water cycle.

for the first time in

a long time, I believed

in the angels my mother

used to speak of, and

in my heart, I believed

they were crying for her.