Shower
if i could shower the world with kindness,
i’d make a forever-rain of it
a warm, golden downpour
drifting from cloud to cloud,
washing over rooftops,
running through alleyways,
sliding beneath front doors,
gathering in the cracks of forgotten places.
i’d let it fall on every home,
every community,
every neighborhood,
until kindness streamed through the streets
like rivers after a storm,
until every porch light glowed a little brighter,
until every empty table found a meal,
until every lonely room filled with laughter.
i’d shower the world so completely
that no one is mobbed by hatred,
no one is bruised by cruelty,
no one is left standing in the cold,
watching life pass by from the shadows.
the rain would keep falling
soft as a mother’s hand,
steady as a heartbeat.
and wherever it touched,
hunger would loosen its grip,
fear would fade like mist at sunrise,
and people would look at one another
not as strangers,
but as shelter.
For Esther’s Prompt
Your new word is
SHOWER
michnavs 