@htiferes
I can’t tell if the rain arrives when I’m sad or if it draws these feelings out of me, either way I always return to this poem I once wrote, as if the rain understands these feelings before I do…
I didn’t sleep well last night.
I shed a thousand tears,
mourning an idea
that could have been.
And when I awoke
it was pouring rain,
as if the heavens
were crying with me.
The raindrops traced the glass,
just as my tears had traced my skin.
But the earth did not resist.
It drank the sorrow,
absorbing loss,
Turning grief into something new.
I stood beneath the storm,
let the water wash over me
until I could no longer tell
where my tears ended
And the rain began.
The sky softened,
gray giving way to gold.
The air, still heavy,
but no longer crushing.
The earth, still wet,
but ready to bloom.
And I,
still standing,
but no longer the same.