The rains pour down

Upon us

Cleansing

Draining

We are reborn

In its aftermath

The air sweet

Soil budding anew

For a brief moment

We are free

Of the past

As though we are

No longer chained

To history

Our fears and foibles

Swept away

Until the morrow

When they return.

Embrace the moment

The perfume

Of the possible.

Hold it close

That you remember.