Leave all your time
outside in the rain.
Let the sky
wash it clean again.
So much old dirt
gets piled on us
over time,
that we get buried
deep,
before we can even try
to make life right,
to fix the wrongs,
to do
what we should have been doing
all along.
Thunder rolls
and we panic, now
when we wonder
of all the things we left out.
Let ’em get wet.
If they’re no good after that,
well then,
maybe it’s best we forget.
We spend so much time
fighting to keep
everything we thought was ours,
just to lose it all
in a little shower.
That doesn’t make sense.
It doesn’t add up.
Why would we try to hard
just to give up?
Why would we watch
the rain roll down
and think of all the things
we can’t do, now?
Sometimes
we have to wait it out
and learn to live
in the aftermath.
Silver linings
aren’t mined from sunshine.
The garden won’t grow
until the rain falls.
I hate to be the one
to say it,
but you needed this rain
to wash away the pain
that you just won’t let go.
I know,
it makes for a long, dark night,
and it’s frightening
to not be in control.
The fact is,
you never were.
All your power
was really an illusion,
something you made up
so you weren’t so afraid.
We lay in the beds we make
and after the rain,
we’ll go out in the yard
and see what new cards
we’ve been dealt.
Some things are gonna be
stuck in the mid,
but others will be clean.
It won’t matter
how we felt
in the storm,
the sun will come,
making everything green
and you’ll learn to forget
whatever it was
that made you feel
so lost
in the rain.
You’ll see,
life will come again.
You’ll smile,
and laugh,
and love,
and in time
you’ll enjoy the rain.
It won’t even remind you
of the times
that were washed away.
HG – 2022
