When it rains on election day
it make the world of politics just
a little softer
by reducing the rhetoric to a soft hum
of a gentle rain upon the rooftop.
When it rains on election day
the voters come in after
braving the element of water
and air if it happens to be windy
but within they bear
the element of fire
a fine passion that glows
on a soft day.
When it rains on election day
the intensity of making a decision
is replaced by the soft mummer
of idle judges trying to solve
the problems of the world
one anecdote at a time.
When it rains on election day
history is made
not with the harshness of brass horns
pelting out populist ideology
under the the waves of an intense and naked sun
but rather by the eyes of a toddler
watching their mother cast a ballot
while attempting to master
the adhesive on a sticker
that makes the unlikely claim that he voted.
When it rains on election day
the voters who come out
are older and worn
from the wrath of time and experience
taking this only precious moment
to share their opinion
in the only way it matters.
