Tears Of Happy Rain
© Surazeus
2026 02 23

On hands and knees of brave alacrity,
bruised by bitter faith in the Promised Land,
Ellen crawls across muddy field of fear
with fierce indifference of the thunderstorm
that drenches her in tears of happy rain
which seeks to cleanse her heart of futile pain.

Ellen breathes ethereal light of respect
with passion to inflate cordial concern,
then stumbles in sparse grove of apple trees
to coil elastic sinews of her soul
wound tight in sheltering canopy of faith
by huddling against cold wind of despair.

Eyes blinking with blurred insight of her watch
that never measures slow passage of change,
Ellen imagines she dials time backward
to undrench field of mud in silver rain
far enough that she sees the stone in time
to swerve the car aside before the crash.

Unbreak the wheel of Helios with foresight,
Ellen tells herself with wry grin of angst
while peering through flashing curtains of rain
to spot demonic monsters with sharp teeth
before they attack and rip out her heart
that pounds with cautious readiness to flee.

Ellen sighs as she peers through silver sheen
to assess situation with the car
that lies battered and twisted on its side,
and notes right front wheel brokely spinning slow
with grim accusatory glare of fate,
then ponders how to right the vehicle.

Like the wounded horse fallen on its side
from breaking its leg against unseen rock,
dim headlights of the car stare in her eyes
with forlorn anguish of confusing pain
that stabs her heart with sudden flush of guilt,
so she aches to comfort crashed car with care.

Bemused that she imagines non-souled car,
constructed from metal, rubber, and wood,
with piston engine powered by gasoline,
must feel pain and fear in its suffering,
Ellen chuckles this empathy persists
against all rational analysis.

Arms and legs bruised from wrenching accident,
Ellen eats several apples from the tree
as gold sunrays glitter after the storm,
then limps slowly back to overturned car
to caress its dented hood with compassion,
but cries at the death of her favorite horse.

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Orpheus arrives with the tow truck and hugs Ellen as Daedalus hitches her Model T-Ford, then they sing Humble Me O Lord as they drive back to town.

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