The Rainfall
A journey through grief to the light
Want to walk in the sun
My soul seeks warmth
It’s rained most of my life
Tried to find cover
Clothes stuck to my skin
Just the start of my strife
Times it rained so hard
Waded in the streets
No umbrella could save me
Call a cab to get home
Hours seeking warmth
To head out again, bracing
The rain grew too heavy
Beat down from the swim
Stayed inside, lights down low
When it lifted a bit
Chose again to try
Now, I’m starting to grow
Bring the rain, not afraid
I know I’m okay
Strength rising in my bones
The sun's peeking out
Shy, but welcome
Misery’s been dethroned
Author’s Note:
This piece is for the slow climb, the moment you realize you’re no longer drowning in what once threatened to undo you. The Rainfall is about honoring the pain while standing in the light that finally breaks through. — Liora
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