It’s a rainy day. Grey, soggy, wet. Raindrops fall like rivers. I am dry.
I am dry for tears no longer flow. Though it’s raining outside, I am dry.
Hear the thunder clawing at the blue with flashes of lightening. I am still.
I am still. Anger has grown tired so though fire bolts rip the sky, I am still.
Feel the sun. I used to need the shade. I was blinded by vibrant rays of hope.
Now I stand with both arms open wide as sunlight thaws despair in me.
The past regrets and lessons learned I loaded like massive stones upon my back.
But getting wise sets free those weary thoughts forced to travel endless miles with me.
