Listening to the Rain

The sadness inside each transparent eye as they drop: The melancholic look the whore cannot hide with her laughter; the fisherman who cries at seaBR> after losing his brother. Listen! The earth can hear it all: The drunkard staggering home with his ragged shadow. Can you see his old shoes wearing the white ankles of death? The madman handcuffed in his reptile brain. Can you see the tears he could never cry accumulating behind his kneecaps? You can see it all inside this one drop of rain. And the earth swallows it all. The earth knows the cave where the silent dawn is chanting. It knows the mountains where the storms go to sleep. It knows that each drop of sadness will turn green by the touch of sun. It knows the whore, the fisherman, the drunkard and the madman, too. Because the earth is listening with its one big ear, and it can hear them all.

-Robert Meyer