Upon closer examination, it was a fist. Not a fluffy entity that is the subject of so many metaphors. After all, head in the fists has such a twisted ring to it. But a fist. A man’s fist. And in between the interlocking of fingers, a consistent shower sprouted down onto the land, a vast spraying that could be construed as freak phenomenon or intended cleansing. The weathercasters didn’t have a way to explain what was being witnessed. Well, keep out those rainboots. It appears we have another wet one. Because some things you just grow to accept when you run out of questions.
The town rejoiced in the rain—hands raised as if praising the oddity that was birthed from the belly of a miracle in the sky. Children backstroked in puddles, flailing their arms and legs and opening their mouths as if to catch raindrops that, for all they knew, may have been contaminated, but they chanced the water as being more holy than harmful. Even the adults could be seen sticking out tips of tongues because they understood nature was speaking a language they might otherwise never know. But there were the doubters. The ones who saw the fist as a threat to all they thought they knew. There are no cracks for interpretation to seep through into a soul that is decidedly closed.
But when the gorgeous storm passed and the fist lifted off into an existence reserved for various body parts when not in use, even the doubters began to miss it. The rain had provided the town with not only a steady water supply to aid in survival, but a nurturing limb that they could believe in, an anatomical extension of higher power in the form of a fist that brought a devoted following and curiosity. But the awing of wonderment was not lost. The weatherman had good news for the residents. Prepare for a major heat wave! As there was a giant heart currently bursting on the horizon.
Daniel Romo is the author of Apologies in Reverse (FutureCycle Press 2019), When Kerosene’s Involved (Mojave River Press, 2014), and Romancing Gravity (Silver Birch Press, 2013). His poetry can be found in The Los Angeles Review, PANK, Barrelhouse, and elsewhere. He has an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Queens University of Charlotte, and he is an Associate Poetry Editor at Backbone Press. He lives and teaches in Long Beach, CA. More at danielromo.net.