I've learned to love rainy days
Because they remind me of my own.
When I watch the trees bend and shake in the wind
I, too, shudder because I remember
The days when torrents of hateful thoughts
Raged about my worn-out soul.
Beads of atmosphere strike my cheeks
And I remember the night before when droplets streamed
Not from outside but from within,
Breaking out of me as I broke.
But I smiled when the water stained my face,
Because those pain-grown tears made me feel alive again.
Umbrellas bob up and down the swollen sidewalks
And I think of my mother, my umbrella,
Who braves the winds and stinging wet pellets,
And how I lucky I am that love shields me against the elements
Because not everyone can say they have an umbrella—
Especially one as strong as her.
I turn the key in the car's ignition
Signaling the windshield wipers to wake up
And work their magic on the rain-spattered glass.
They clear the long road before me
The way my trembling hands cleared my blurry vision
And pulled my aching body upright once more.
In school I learned the rain is necessary:
It raises the growing things from their beds,
Turns their faces up toward the sky
As the sun peeks through the thinning clouds,
Bathing them in a new thought—
Without the grey there cannot be green.
I've learned to love them, these rainy days,
And every splash and drenched coat in between.
Each strike of lightning and crack of thunder
Electrifies my skin and reminds it of a purpose.
Thank God for those rainy days;
Without them, we couldn't live at all.
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