Reignstorm

There are advantages to after-rain,
That slight miasma that is grey and light:
The sky may hold the vestige of its stain,
And hide the sun's sweet beams out of our sight,
But in the equal shine that it provides
There is no harsh direction of the sun;
All ways are possible, and on all sides
The light is true and clear. No shadows run
Behind us, nipping closely at our heels;
In all directions everything is clear.
I know to some this after-rain still feels
Opaque, depressing - but I call that mere
Prejudice. Just look again. You'll see
It is the image of equality.