Downpour

Sudden release of thick clouds, heavy emotion
Tensions thunder across wild sky
Grief thick with blinding light.

Convulsive drops hit rooftop tiles,
Pound glass windows
Stream down my face,
Hit my heart, a physical ache.

Mother arms empty, a simple text,
Mint Julep, how to,  a continent away
I feel you, intense, just beyond my fingertips.

You're there. No, you're not.
Mirage in wet comforter, soaked by
Open window and broken-heart tears.

Quickly clouds lighten, black to grey to white
Move off in the distance, again a spread of blue breath.

Inhale, fresh after storm breezes whisper,
It's alright.

Las cosas no son como empiezan, son como terminan. 
Things aren't how they begin, but rather how they end. - Spanish saying
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love him and are clled according to His purpose for them. -Romans 8:28