an out pour is not a prison <br />cell, it is rain <br />it falls and scatters and <br />spreads and <br />all those who worship it <br />got wet and caught and <br />some run while some merely stay <br />and take their blessing <br /> <br />walking, singing, enjoying <br />the outpouring <br />of the <br />night rain outside the train <br />of feelings.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outpouring/
