torrential downpour, all night
washing away, everything
we worked for, created together
things hoped for, not yet realized, drown
in our own hopeless tears
the ground we planted our lives in, gone
with all lost, we still have each other
two seeds washed clean, waiting
for the morning sun
flooding us with hope, lifting us up
readying us for the new garden
where only new beginnings grow
Poetic Alchemist 
Aurora: Thanks. Glad you liked it.
Gautami: I know what you mean. Do you know Amit Goswami is? He is a quantum physicist and a teacher of mine. You might enjoy what he has to say. He is OUT there though.
..well..so that I fill it with more trivia!
Sometimes I wish for my mind to be washed clean.
I like this one a lot.
Floota: Thanks. I prerfer the metaphorical rain as well. Good luck with the real rain, which we got some of this weekend as well.
Nasra: Thanks. Indeed there is.
Pat: Thanks. This one is more about metaphorical rain than the wet stuff slopping down on us from the sky.
Hey Dan: Thanks. You know…It’s someone who grew up in Martins Ferry and moved to Mars.
how life takes us back and forth and there is room to start over ..over clean
i prefer your figurative approach to the real rain which we’ve had here 🙂
sound lesson don thank you
Been alot of that up your way. You do put a hopeful spin on the tragedy nature can inflict on sll of us. Very good Don!!
Aha!
And what is a poetical chemist, anyway?