FINE MIST
Sarah Q. Morgan’s Poetry Workshop
Too light it comes down
Not hard enough to cleanse you
bringing you down even further
each tiny drop of water hammering on
your Rock of Gibraltar until you are nothing
withered to but a pebble
holding back on throwing the first stone
for you know this will pass
evaporate into nothing
until the sun can shine again
like the rainbow born from storms
so too you will smile again