let it rain

i've been choosing
lately to lay down
the weapons. the mental
fists of fighting
battles that have
little or no meaning.
the traffic, the line
at the bank, the
store clerk, the
client who can't
be pleased, the coffee
made wrong, telemarketers,
and siblings.
the broken shoe lace
and the flat tire.
let it rain, let it
rain and let it rain.
even let yourself get
wet, but then move on.