happy hour story

once upon a time,
it rained upon the world
for thirty three years
without respite.

and when the son came out again,
he knew his world had changed
forever.

time seemed to stand still,
and yet moved faster than before.
trembling hands now felt like warm heaven,
his lips seem to smile, with rhyme, without reason.
laughter burnt his throat more than liquor,
every day was more orange than the last,
and mere words seemed like song.

he tried to put things back in order, as before.
but the magic had seeped into the earth,
bursting in every tear drop,
rising up from the ashes in the ground,
twisting in the wind like broken conversations.

he couldn't dispel the wonder of the rain,
it was always all around him.
no matter how bright he burned,
it had turned his world into a looking glass.
his own splendor reflected in every inch of the universe,
finally showing him how to love himself.  

it took thirty three years of rain
to make the sun smile.

and everyday after that fateful day, he wondered
if he should thank the rain,
for knowing when to cry
and knowing when to stop.