Holy Water

This rain is for you

Though it falls for miles

It has urgent business with you.

And yet you flee it as though its

Abstergent waters were poison.

I who crave honesty cannot

Contribute to your pointillist rendering,

Where between the dots

Blank spaces gape up at you begging

To be filled.

And you, the haphazard painter, would not

See the rain; for you know that she would

Make streaks of your colors

Make tragedy where you would have comedy,

Comedy where you would have tragedy.

I who have loved you doubt not that you

Will grow thirsty

But that you will drink before the drought. 

Reviews

[Author Rucha Joshi]

Comedy where you would have tragedy.
This line stuck the chord!
Awesome! is just one word :)