The clouds release and it falls.
The sun now covered by dark, thick walls.
Nature's provider of Life.
Yet a picture of gloom, pain and strife.
A drenching, a sprinkle, a cleansing.
But it seems to quiet as the birds no longer sing.
Why do we feel this way?
What is it we are trying to say?
Life is beautiful and this it brings.
But a depression is what really rings.
Sad, lonely, and wet thoughts linger.
No more trying, no more eager.
We don't dance, scream, or run.
But should soon be reminded of days to come.
Days of sunshine and green.
The fullness of nature and living things.
Creatures will sing and share,
Their story that only rain brings to our ears.
A tale of life.
Happiness and Joy.
Depression and Woe.
All the things that happen as we breathe.
And let the rain be a reminder that never leaves.
Life is precious and vulnerable.
Never safe and never dull.
Unpredictable and sometimes cruel.
But a gift it is,
From our Creator who lives.
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