Sometimes it’s like rain.
It collects in the sky, with dark clouds gathering,
Looming above you.
You notice it, acknowledge it
And feel it when it comes,
Patting your face lightly, and at times, rather roughly
When it rains down hard,
But it eventually goes away.
It doesn’t drench you,
Although it can, but that’s why you carry an umbrella,
Wear rain boots, a coat,
But that doesn’t matter because it’s there.
And you notice it.
Sometimes it’s like a small river.
It’s more noticeable now,
It wets your feet.
Rushing by a bit faster,
Constantly babbling, flowing
At times you can tune out the sound
And it turns into background noise,
And for a while everything seems okay
But that doesn’t matter because it’s there
And sometimes, the rain flows
Into a river
And feeds into an ocean
That is roaring.
The water lashing at the rocks,
Lapping at the shore
Ebbing away at the land.
It’s inescapable now
The waves are crashing in now.
Submerging you, pulling you under,
You never know if the water will push you
Back to the surface,
Never know when the next wave will hit,
Never know how big the next wave will be,
Never know, never know
If you will survive the next one.
And out at sea, there are still storms that brew
With a vengeance
And take everything with it.
Creating a path of destruction,
An ugly aftermath,
That sometimes cannot be fixed.
And you drown.
Tear drops fall from the eyes,
And when you can’t stop
Silently crying by yourself
The tears flow like a river.
When it’s overwhelming, blurring
With no end in sight,
You just want to give in to your own ocean of tears.
But no matter how destructive oceans can be,
There will always be a calm
That quiets you
That is incomparable.
And no matter how mighty a river can be,
There is still life in it, swimming by
And life still flocking to it,
As people gather round near the shores
And it’s no longer babbling,
But chatter and laughter,
A liveliness that can’t be found anywhere else.
And no matter how much gloom a rainy day can bring,
Even greying the days that follow,
There are still puddles to splash through,
There are still worms and small snails that come out
To soak in the rain.
And the sun will always break through,
Bringing the bluest of skies and the whitest of clouds
And the smell of renewed Earth will fill the lungs
And you remember
Life is good