rain is the army of hope
falling from the sky

like a battalion
wearing tailor-made boots
here to stomp their feet

dancing on rooftops
peering through windows
falling on fallowed ground

indiscriminately
leaving moist imprints
dislodging silt and grime

it is as if
the troops carry with them
soap and scrubbing brushes

symbolic of forgiveness
the rain comes to wash me clean